Come over old stranger, let go of your dagger You stagger and then you are saved To wander in danger, a babe in the manger Forgetting mistakes that you've made Eyes like mine blinking And endlessly drinking Letting the warlords inside Falling like mice into fires of ice In death we find places to hide
All the old heroes are like children to me now As I come to burn your shame away Without knowing exactly how
All the old heroes, young babies without mothers Left to die on apocalyptic streets And where are these words from who spoke them before? Coming down like flashes of heat I'm never frightened, for death I still welcome Death I have seen you before I gave you my keys, my windows, my creeds But soon I will give you much more
All the old heroes are like children to me now As I come to burn your shame away Without knowing exactly how
Love is a fix, a suicide wrist Blood with an unending flow To purify lands and soak in the sands Of places that we'll never go Jesus come calling We'll be here and falling Praying for your hand to show Catch us in mercy, drink us when thirsty Each of us falling like snow
All the old heroes are like children to me now As I come to burn your shame away Without knowing exactly how
Each one a cathedral The last junkie needle Stained glass from blood that is old And in that cathedral, with the angels of nighttime Pained in a window so cold They see through your victims your painful musicians Playing the saddest of songs But nobody singing, just a ghost without dreaming A voice that could right all the wrongs
All the old heroes are like children to me now As I come to burn your shame away Without knowing exactly how
Goodbye, sweet diamond the sky in the north wind Is falling on lepers and snakes Hello, young mercy, both blessed and thirsty For solutions to so many mistakes Without your lover, your tired wonder The south rain threatens to pour On skulls like crashing in sunlight basking Ignoring the strongest of calls
You cannot save them without their consent Your voice of mercy to them I have sent You spoke through me You, a good man Grew up to listen and give me your hand Your voice of mercy so strong and so true It comes out in cascades without residue Of darkness or lies or doubt or untruth It's pure like the wind, the rain, and the youth
All the old heroes are like children to you now As you go to burn their shame away Without knowing exactly how All the old heroes are like children to you now As you go to burn their shame away Without knowing exactly howTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
