She was in the back yard
Digging out a trench
Praying for her father’s gun again
All the holy weight they’d laid across your back
And the hundred years you’ll waste
Just thanking them for that
And you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
Oh my God you can’t blame anyone
Before the bridges are built, you’ll burn them down
You had built a new face
Empty but awake
And painted it the one shade you could never fake
Love had kicked your crutches
Out from underneath
I was still the sandstone cutting up your feet
God was in our back yard, tearing down the fence
Calling out our father’s name again
So we fixed him to the floor, covered up his ears
And spent another lifetime
Shaking off our fears
Oh but I could be something else entirely
And spill out of my burning head
And underneath your door
No, I do not see what you see
In your old eyes
And I will be cutting up your feet
For eternity
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