Song | Brotherly Love |
Artist | Have Heart |
Album | Songs to Scream at the Sun |
Left with images of you pouring from my eyes: | |
You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide. | |
Just images, images | |
All that’s left | |
All that I can find | |
Like water | |
From a cactus | |
In the desert of my mind. | |
Little to big: o’ brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
Big to little: o’ brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
In a room that holds you | |
Like a guilt-ridden paralyzing cell: | |
No calls | |
No mail | |
No visitors for you when you’re in hell | |
Forced hellos | |
Rushed goodbye’s | |
And best wishes for you in the meantime | |
My face seen as often as god’s | |
Can let guilt have its way of owning you | |
Like a dog. | |
May to march | |
March to may | |
The days fall with the promises I make | |
Like water | |
From a faucet | |
Into the sink of your faith | |
Little to big: o’ brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
Big to little: o’ brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
We always seem to fall with only words to hold | |
We always seem to fall with only photos to hold | |
We always seem to fall with only memories to hold | |
We always seem to fall without family to hold. |
Left with images of you pouring from my eyes: | |
You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide. | |
Just images, images | |
All that' s left | |
All that I can find | |
Like water | |
From a cactus | |
In the desert of my mind. | |
Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
In a room that holds you | |
Like a guiltridden paralyzing cell: | |
No calls | |
No mail | |
No visitors for you when you' re in hell | |
Forced hellos | |
Rushed goodbye' s | |
And best wishes for you in the meantime | |
My face seen as often as god' s | |
Can let guilt have its way of owning you | |
Like a dog. | |
May to march | |
March to may | |
The days fall with the promises I make | |
Like water | |
From a faucet | |
Into the sink of your faith | |
Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. | |
We always seem to fall with only words to hold | |
We always seem to fall with only photos to hold | |
We always seem to fall with only memories to hold | |
We always seem to fall without family to hold. |