Emma Blowgun's Last Stand Songtext

Goodness knows it's been a wonderful run
The autumn lakes with the children were swans
Your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions don't seem so insane
They laugh, they say
your treasures are fake
But don't throw it away

You've been framed with a beautiful name
You've been saved but you've lost your head
With halos and praise, the Trinity saves, But three's a crowd