Tin Finger - Wovenhand

Only his shadow stands by him

But then come dark and desert him

Look he bares his arms

All our words rhyme with guilt tonight

The love of him is law

He bares his arms

Faithful the wounds of a friend

Broken down is the right way round

He bares his arms

He bares his arms

Here on this road

There are others who move so slow

They wait with baited breath

For my fevered pitch

My sweat to run and

Eyes to twitch

I just cannot do it

I cannot get it across

I just can’t make it happen

I cannot bring it on

Here on this road

There are others who move so slow

The love of him is law

The love of him is law