Thistles & Weeds
Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreamsCause recently mine have been tearing my seamsI sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mindAlone in the wind and the rain you left meIt's getting dark darling, too dark to seeAnd I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems
Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blownI know you have felt much more love than you've shownAnd I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest
But plant your hope with good seedsDon't cover yourself with thistle and weedsRain down, rain down on meLook over your hills and be stillThe sky above us shoots to killRain down, rain down on me
But I will hold onI will hold on hope
I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bonesLet the dead bury the dead, they will come out in drovesBut take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made
But plant your hope with good seedsDon't cover yourself with thistle and weedsRain down, rain down on me