Paroles:
Consider The Thief

When you breathed into earth Sprung nations from the dust Conceived its fathers from the ground And there lay them to rest I did not see Did not believe

Where feet of iron could not dare, there lay christened in scent and tears calloused soles that knew no rust, walked splintered meters there across in

Of how many cities brought to light, how many cities are there left to find? and who could search them all? There hide two for every one, I was daunted

Lord, please tell me what it is I used to do. Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer? All people I had fooled. Please tell me who it is used to

O my son, it seems years since you leave me To take up the staff and set out to your journey O my son, when the road has you weary, May all of its sins

I was seen in stars and sky Whether plated in flesh or gold I am the same as your parents hold, who borrowed sticks and stones, and abandoned heaven's

If you go far away I would grow sails or wings to cross the deep above or underneath If the eastern winds blow kind across the empty space between my

Can we leave it behind, to be untouchable? To document with photos and tape? Can they separate our signatures, And write new passions on our souls? They

Our eyes have plans to undress this room and erase the clues, With paper that reads like maps, and incriminates. Run your course. (Can you hear the sirens