His Hands Matched His Tongue Songtext

Dear Hunter, The

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His Hands Matched His Tongue Songtext
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 discern


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 grass

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 (x4)



(We'll still have a song to sing)



Sing softly, bring me to the lake

Sing softly, sing me to the lake
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