I’ll pack the sleep from your eyes
Like mud into the bricks
Try if you like squeezing sand through
The holes in your fists
On the way down that mountain I realized my sin
I that by now I’d have shed my skin
Well until now I’ve had my stone in
Such a bad place
It’s shadow fell just short of
Falling on my face
The sliced hills seek perfection their young trees only pout
You know that when they bleed that they bleed out
Her words embedded
In the palm of my hand
With a lick and a flame they do brand
Her mind was headed
For the promised land
Her body cold and dead is packed with sand
When she asked me straight
Is there someone that
You would like to kill
I told her flat not at all
But I’d love to have my fill
You’ll never get away with it she said you got nothing on your side
But she don’t about how I’ll waste my hide
It doesn’t matter anymore I’m going to waste my hide
credits
from Blessed Broke,
released December 20, 2009
BRIAN FRAME
Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
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