Collected up in laurel wreaths they found it,
A reason not to grieve
And they stitched it to our sleeves
Saying, "maybe it's the dead who should be praying
For those of us who still
Have shaking shoes to fill"
So they tilled the hollow land that we had left
And they welcomed every weed their fingers met,
Saying "life is just that, no matter how sad it is."
We buried them in pairs along the floodplain,
So no one could complain
For lack of things to say
And some cemetery bird was shedding bad dreams
Like feathers floating down
But they'll never reach the ground
When you knew there was a hole you could not fill
You were fired in a kiln against your will,
But the rivets that bound your love to the ground
Were still in tact.
But if we're all just beads
On a rosary,
Then a breaking cord
Could set us free
You built a quiet house for all your worries
And sent them off to sleep,
Then knelt down next to me.
Taylor Swift has three songs in my Top 25 favorite songs of all time. Twenty-two other people are tied for second place. This cover of "Blank Space" is excellent and has a good chance of breaking into my Top 25. bruce123
Clever thought provoking lyrics,
"You had built a new face, empty but awake, painted it the one shade you could never fake"
Beautifully composed. This is a re-recording of "His Old Branches" yet manages to feel fresh and important to The Republic of Wolves discography. I'm joining a cult.