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She was in the back yard,
Digging out a trench
Praying for her father’s gun again.
All the holy weight they’d laid across your back
And the hundred years you’ll waste
just thanking them for that.
And you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
Oh my God you can’t blame anyone
Before the bridges are built, you’ll burn them down.
You had built a new face,
empty but awake
And painted it the one shade you could never fake.
Love had kicked your crutches
out from underneath.
I was still the sandstone cutting up your feet.
God was in our back yard, tearing down the fence,
Calling out our father’s name again.
So we fixed him to the floor, covered up his ears
And spent another lifetime
Shaking off our fears.
Oh but I could be something else entirely
And spill out of my burning head
And underneath your door.
No, I do not see what you see
in your old eyes.
And I will be cutting up your feet
for eternity.
Digging out a trench
Praying for her father’s gun again.
All the holy weight they’d laid across your back
And the hundred years you’ll waste
just thanking them for that.
And you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
Oh my God you can’t blame anyone
Before the bridges are built, you’ll burn them down.
You had built a new face,
empty but awake
And painted it the one shade you could never fake.
Love had kicked your crutches
out from underneath.
I was still the sandstone cutting up your feet.
God was in our back yard, tearing down the fence,
Calling out our father’s name again.
So we fixed him to the floor, covered up his ears
And spent another lifetime
Shaking off our fears.
Oh but I could be something else entirely
And spill out of my burning head
And underneath your door.
No, I do not see what you see
in your old eyes.
And I will be cutting up your feet
for eternity.
Lyrics submitted by Lionhaart
Track duration: 04:28
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She was in the backyard
diggin' out a trench,
prayin' for her father's gun again
all the holy weight they laid across your back
A hundred years you waste just thanking them for that
AND YOU CAN'T BLAME ANYONE
FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE
AND YOU CAN'T BLAME ANYONE
FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE
OH MY GOD YOU CAN'T
BLAME.
ANYONE.
BEFORE YOUR BRIDGES ARE BUILT, YOU'LL BURN THEM DOWN
You rebuilt a new face
empty by the wake (I question this line the most..)
painted it the one shade you could never fake
love would kick your crutches out from underneath
I was still a sandstone cutting up your feet
God was in our back yard
tearing down our fence
calling out our father's name again
we fixed him to the floor
covered up his ears
spending out a lifetime shaking off our fears
AND YOU CAN'T BLAME ANYONE
FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE
AND YOU CAN'T BLAME ANYONE
FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE
OH MY GOD YOU CAN'T
BLAME.
ANYONE.
BEFORE YOUR BRIDGES ARE BUILT, YOU'LL BURN THEM DOWN
Oh, but I could be
something else, entirely
and spill out of my burning hand
and underneath your door
and no, I do not see what you see in your old eyes
and I will be cutting up your fear for eternity
AND YOU CAN'T BLAME ANYONE
FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE
AND YOU CAN'T BLAME ANYONE
FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE
OH MY GOD YOU CAN'T
BLAME.
ANYONE.
BEFORE YOUR BRIDGES ARE BUILT, YOU'LL BURN THEM DOWN
digging out a trench
praying her fathers gun, again
all the holy weight they
layed across your back
one hundred years we wasted
thanking them for that"
"here we built a new face
60 miles away
painted it the one shade you could never fake
mother kicked your crutches, out from underneath
I was still a sandstone cutting up your feet
God was in my backyard tearing down my fence
calling out our fathers name again
we fixed him to the floor, covered up his ears
spending all our lifetime shaking off our fears"
Thats what I hear, could be wrong though
either way the this song is awesome I can't stop listening to it! lol