Wovenhand - Corsicana Clip lyrics

rate me

Riding you down

Up the backstairs

Skip alive, walking wounded man

As big as your fist

Who gave you such a heart

Such a heart as this

Spread out on the ground

Corsicana clip

'course it never slips

All around yours lips

The spool has spun, unwound

In the hollow of His hand

Delicate listener,

My tendered giver

My bodied lampstand

Oh I must be off, off your rock

I set my teeth in a spite of hand

I've got a chalk-man's chance

To bet him down

To stop his clock

Be a problem to me

Quiet, like a feather

Seven hundred pound horn

and buck rein tight

Just as dangerous

With my free hand tonight.

From a clang of iron

all drawn out, all such animals do sound

The ballroom belle found

stove him and cut him down

From the hollow of His hand

Delicate listener

My tendered giver

Mercy's in the Man

In the hollow of Your hand

Untethered giver

My bodied lamp-light stand (My body limp lies down?)

I give up

the looking through

I leave up

the . . . window

. . . .

it is already near

He has . . . .

Hey, cold shoulder

Hey . . .

Whisper in my ear

. . . .

Hey cold shoulder

High above the praises of the people

High above the praises of the people

Unapproachable light!

Unapproachable light!

Come here!

Come here!

Thanks to Josh Sawyer for correcting these lyrics