Lyric discussion by coolcrowe 

Corrections, going by what I heard:

I came to you and you to me And we were tapping on the window at the children when the piggy bank broke Pitching quite a fit 'Bout how the makers of the medicine will always say you're looking sick

I came to you and you to me And we would wimper to the women (washing milk?) above their former white clothes But the funny thing Is how when God was with his people we were dreaming bout who else to be And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring

I came to you and you to me And we were barking at the drug dogs blood dried black on their hands And never realized You never tussle with a giant til you can hit him right between the eyes That no matter how we chewed it we'd be choking on a compromise 'Cause all the jaws all the claws lay restless by the river side And it was a muscle and a shadow that was shoving us into the light

I came to you and you to me And we were scratching at a poor baby's bottle just to trade it for change And now it's come to pass That every eye beneath a mountain saw the smoke but no one heard the blast That no one knew the arm was broken although everybody signed the cast Until the government was good she said, "Man, I thought you'd never ask" And when love wore out her welcome they just booked her for a bag of grass And while she cried on the cross we were sucking all the laughing gas And when the head had left the body not a flag was hanging half mast

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(I came to you) (I came to you)

I came to you and you to me And then we lost our own lovers' revolution but it started again Now we're one

One of the parade waned widows walking home into the setting sun One of the soldier's lost, in their dreams they never lose the gun One of the wise men wandering the podium without a tongue One of the trophy's (taught us?) by the mess we made of being young One of the prayers one of the promises swallowed with our chewing gum One of the deaf ear's dumber all the time for all the years of drums One of the the wide eyed soap-boxers buried under washington One of the beat cops combing every sidewalk crack for love One of the crowded stars uncounted when the bag was done One of the withered and the guarded love to wonder when the rain will come

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