The Lords Song

An eye drips, a heavy heart, a heavy heart, a heavy heart

Something waiting, winged

A heavy heart, a heavy heart wanting- for the chorus to sing itself

For the meandering years to fade

I cry about it because I want to

If one could hear the song, the sampled voice of God

Singing cry.... A will stirs a stolen arc, a stolen arc

Cannons, trumpets swell for a falling arch, a fallen arch stolen

With the words beneath my pillowed head

I am staring at the ceiling again

I cry about it, cry about it, cry about it because I want to

If one could hear the song, the sterile voice of God, singing cry on cry on