The Dear Hunter - His Hands Matched His Tongue lyrics

A long walk home, riddled with regret Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe That in time I think I'll see just what's been weighing down on me An unearthy void collapsed, exposing what was trapped To release this serendipitous design The smell of smoke, the evening sky was proof Belated conversation saturate anticipation for the answers that simply won't come But not I, I won't ask Forget my place amongst the gra** The leaves and the trees remember me And in my naivety it might be seen The pale has leaks and even if You put all your water into it You end up with nothing left to drink The well has gone dry and I with it Oh, someday she'll be gone Oh, someday she'll be gone Oh, someday she'll be gone Oh, someday she'll be gone (We'll still have her song to sing) Sing softly, bring me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake