My camera doesn't lie to me, | |
I see dark tears behind its eye, | |
My camera doesn't lie to me, | |
I see dark tears behind its eye | |
It looks backwards on my future, | |
Already in the sweet by-and-by | |
The rambler vines are climbing, | |
They lock their arms across my way, | |
The rambler vines are climbing, | |
They lock their arms across my way | |
Blood lilies tell my secrets | |
Like they were the time of day | |
Your body speaks the broken street, | |
Swinging as you go, | |
Your body speaks the broken street, | |
Swinging as you go | |
Sometimes words escape me, | |
But there's a rhythm to all we know | |
Some take wine for water, | |
Some make bread from stone | |
Some take love for granted | |
Like they'll never be alone … | |
I walk the Shadow River | |
And the dead don't mind at all | |
Their memories just grow stronger | |
And their stories twice as tall | |
Out along the darkest bank, | |
I cant see your boat from here | |
Out along the darkest bank, | |
I can see your boat from here | |
I'm going to stand out on the water | |
Till one of us does disappear |
My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
I see dark tears behind its eye, | |
My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
I see dark tears behind its eye | |
It looks backwards on my future, | |
Already in the sweet byandby | |
The rambler vines are climbing, | |
They lock their arms across my way, | |
The rambler vines are climbing, | |
They lock their arms across my way | |
Blood lilies tell my secrets | |
Like they were the time of day | |
Your body speaks the broken street, | |
Swinging as you go, | |
Your body speaks the broken street, | |
Swinging as you go | |
Sometimes words escape me, | |
But there' s a rhythm to all we know | |
Some take wine for water, | |
Some make bread from stone | |
Some take love for granted | |
Like they' ll never be alone | |
I walk the Shadow River | |
And the dead don' t mind at all | |
Their memories just grow stronger | |
And their stories twice as tall | |
Out along the darkest bank, | |
I cant see your boat from here | |
Out along the darkest bank, | |
I can see your boat from here | |
I' m going to stand out on the water | |
Till one of us does disappear |
My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
I see dark tears behind its eye, | |
My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
I see dark tears behind its eye | |
It looks backwards on my future, | |
Already in the sweet byandby | |
The rambler vines are climbing, | |
They lock their arms across my way, | |
The rambler vines are climbing, | |
They lock their arms across my way | |
Blood lilies tell my secrets | |
Like they were the time of day | |
Your body speaks the broken street, | |
Swinging as you go, | |
Your body speaks the broken street, | |
Swinging as you go | |
Sometimes words escape me, | |
But there' s a rhythm to all we know | |
Some take wine for water, | |
Some make bread from stone | |
Some take love for granted | |
Like they' ll never be alone | |
I walk the Shadow River | |
And the dead don' t mind at all | |
Their memories just grow stronger | |
And their stories twice as tall | |
Out along the darkest bank, | |
I cant see your boat from here | |
Out along the darkest bank, | |
I can see your boat from here | |
I' m going to stand out on the water | |
Till one of us does disappear |