The Lords Song
An eye drips
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 because I want to"
If one could hear the song
The sterile voice of God
Singing cry on cry on
Writer/s: Alexis Stephen Marshall, Nicholas Andrew Sadler, Jonathan Alan Syverson, Samuel Morehouse Walker
