Wovenhand - Tin Finger Songtexte

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