Crystal Tomes - Sons of an Illustrious Father

You’re countin' sheep jumpin' over fences

I’m countin' lambs to the slaughter led

You’re countin' on Rome’s land security defenses

I’m countin' bullets and the lies I’ve been fed

And yeah we are past the point now

Of the dawn, I fear the day has broken

I see shards, guess it’s soil re-solidifying in the cold

He wasn’t ready to let go, no, well the lord has spoken

And the hand does more than just hold

I’m so glad to be here with you still now, my darling

With the breaking of this world like a heart

So it can grow

I see tears of liquid soil re-solidifying in spaces cold

And I see bodies twist and tangle as they dangle

And we’re trying to keep hold

And I hear you say I wasn’t made to move this way, well so

Maybe you don’t know what you’re made for

Maybe I don’t know what I’m made for

So I run to the old stones, I see the fingerprints of the rivers

I smell the blood of the forgivers, send shivers down my spine

To consider time a million bodies whither

A billion lifetimes with her to carve those crystal tomes

I run to the old woods, they’re chattering their wisdom

Don’t even ask to be forgiven, seldom find my sins not written

When I simply sit with them and listen

Of the lost and stolen homes

I run to the old ways, I find the circle unbroken

You can let go now, the lord has spoken

Yeah I know our heart is broken so it’s open

Take this pain as a token of growth and we’re growing

I let my hand unfold

And I’m so glad to be here with you

Still now, my darling

At the breaking of this world like a heart

So we can have a chance to sow

Seeds that were always meant to grow

But you covered the streets with concrete

You made buildings so high to the sky

I can’t see where they go

I don’t see where we go

You put fluoride in the water

The tides are altered, the levies won’t hold

Know that you must dance now

To the rhythm of a wave that is borne of a strong undertow

I see bits and pieces of this planet

As it’s blasted to and fro

I also see a bridge of liquid soil re-solidify in spaces cold

I see your body twist and tangle as we dangle

And we’re trying to keep hold

And I hear you say I wasn’t made to move this may, well so

Maybe you don’t know what you’re made for