You and Your Sainthood Songtext
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I once was wooden and bare
a thin column holding up miles of air
you draped your sister in silk
and blamed me for your splitting head
back when I was the wind
rapidly shifting directions
and you were the tree tops that rest
calling out names of the angels
and losing your voice
a thin column holding up miles of air
you draped your sister in silk
and blamed me for your splitting head
back when I was the wind
rapidly shifting directions
and you were the tree tops that rest
calling out names of the angels
and losing your voice
I am a clashing of thought
the pull of the earth on your feet in the swamp
left hand of Heaven let me be
bring the trouble out of this house where I sleep
away from the beasts
always complaining about me
well that breaks my neck every night
and rapidly dulls my reflection
it's all that I need
the pull of the earth on your feet in the swamp
left hand of Heaven let me be
bring the trouble out of this house where I sleep
away from the beasts
always complaining about me
well that breaks my neck every night
and rapidly dulls my reflection
it's all that I need
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