From the album Ours and the Shepherds

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Lyrics

In this shrill mother of all
Told-ya-sos we’re in
Let me hear you.
In this lonely and blinded
spirit we must share
Let me see you.


How far, how far, how far to follow
I will follow you.
Walk the same streets,
Smell the same dead,
and breathe the same dust too.


In this derelict garden
May we be the seed,
Be the seed.
And in this sure and unbelieving
moral night we sleep
Let me believe.


In this homeless and broken
soulled present we’re in
Let me see you.