Album: Woven Hand
shook out my salvation
in all four corners of my room
lowly is the dust
trustworthy the broom
white lady
growlin on a chain
peacock caw the sound of my lover's name
the tone was pure and played on gut
from your birdhouse aflame
your fire burns for me
red as grace
the blush came easily to your face
your fire burns for me
red as grace
and she says that none would have her
as a boy I too drew near
to the love of dust
toughskin blue light cowboy
idle hands they rust
your fire burns for me
red as grace
the blush came easily to your face
your fire burns for me
red as grace
and she says that none would have her
let us allow the character to build
wise as serpents and harmless as doves
let's allow the emptiness to fill
rich mercy and brotherly love
your fire burns for me
red as grace
the blush came easily to your face
your fire burns for me
red as grace
and she says that none would have her