Shake the steeple hold the course
The spoil is all the same
Dissertations crumble in the caution of the wake
I'm so sold and borrowed bones
Just a former contemplate
Swear their crazy eyes
To sort the kings and canvases their rightful crimes
Aching hearts and bold retorts
You've known me all too well
Men have cried and most have slept away their shallow veils
Oh i've seen sky
The trees of fated gauzy injured pride
Swear their crazy eyes
To sort the kings and canvases their rightful crimes
Avert the tanning lines
My two left hands will wash away the remnants of their burning brides
I've seen sky and men who've tried
I've seen sky and men who've tried
I've seen sky and men who've tried
I've seen sky and men who've tried