Weakerthans - Illustrated Bible Stories For Children (live) Lyrics lyrics

rate me

Morning bright, rise. Go over your lines. Iron your carefully

crafted disguise. We'd all like to sing. It's easy to sigh; to

sprinkle a handful or plausible lies. Our buildings will rise,

poke out our own eyes. Publicly smile and privately frown. A

weeping reprise. Please hear my cries; I'd like to pull just this

one building down. So turn off the sky. Head in my hands.

Night keep me warm. White window-sill. Blinded by heart. Cut

my hair short. "Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill."