from Worn to the Weft

Well your daughter’s pulse is pale again
And the fear has caught you off your guard
In love with your intentions
Not ashamed of what you are
But before you tell me different
Before you tell me the truth
Admit that one way or the other
Means no matter what you do

And its a shame
You built a wounded moat
Around your baby’s brain
And its a shame
You left her favorite
English books out in the rain
Ain’t it a hard line to choose?
You say its not up to me
Don’t cut me loose
I L-O-V-E why oh why you?

Now your daughter walks with wherewithal
As she calls out for revenge
She’s got them ready gents now here she comes
With their tongues cut out in jest
But no sleep will bring her victory
As no land with bring her rest
Confess that one way or the other
Means whatever happens next

And its a shame
You built a wounded moat
Around your baby’s brain
And its a shame
You left her favorite
English books out in the rain
Ain’t it a hard line to choose?
You say its not up to me
Don’t cut me loose
I L-O-V-E why oh why you?

Well I’m sorry my integrity should bleed
To stain the very honor that you need
Well you have to much dear lady but to know
Honest mean are comforts for your cause

Bound by the sky that hangs above me
After the fighters the kings
Spared by the tide, taken by escape
In the land where doubt is death and life is pain
Spared by the hands of the suffering
Spared by the eyes of the meek
Spared by the strike of the outlaw
Spared by the prince of peace.