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From the recording Drawn West

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Lyrics

More, tell me more, would you open up the sore,
Again until it bleeds the truth
More, tell me more, than Jesus fed the poor,
Tell me more than oceans more, than I could dream

Spindrift souls rise like ashes in the glow,
A Sisyphean stone, an echo following me home
Flames blow sideways, there’s a fire in the wind,
They say guilt’s an empty well, it ain’t often I fall in

I’ll be fine, I just need a little time,
So tip your glass and spill some wine, try to see if what we tried
Might turn things ‘round, or maybe we’ll just drown,
Holding tightly to the sound of the words we should’ve held

Win the war, lose your soul
‘Cause wisdom is a burden, so much heavier than gold
But it’s alright as long as all my men survive
The burning memory is starting to subside

I’ll be fine, I just need a little time
Turn things ‘round, or maybe we’ll just drown
Holding tightly to the sound of the words we should’ve held
I’ll be fine, I just need a little time
So tip your glass and spill some wine, try to see if what we tried
Might turn things ‘round, or maybe we’ll just drown
Holding tightly to the sound of the words we should’ve held