Heed the sirens, take shelter, my lover Flee the fire that devours

We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers Blood was our inheritance; No, we did not ask for this!

Can you hear it hanging on the wind? Can you feel it underneath your skin?

So lay compress to the aching of your body made for breaking We’ve got a lot of breaking left to do.

When the cold wind rolls in from the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord!

Are we not threaded by the same weave of the wind, terra firma, and unparted sea?

You gotta let go.

I wanna give it all I’ve got, and I want nothing I want nothing back

Making lists, folding laundry Keeping tidy with my radio show I’d be lying if I told you I’m keeping tidy anymore.

There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

But these bones never rested while living So how can they stand to languish in repose?

Over the palisade, morning will break Rise up to meet it, oh sleeper awake.

Still you lead me, never leave me Never leave me

For my soul, he made an offer And to the dust again I fell And oh, that devil's got a hold on me now Because there wasn't any water in the wishing well!

Higher branches, harder fall Hesitation stops us all Higher branches, harder fall Hesitation stops us all