Lathe

Hun, he never arrived where you laid softly beside
His father would fall to his knees, his sister would cry
Burst oh drunken seams, glow your sins for these
Where those dooming waves are straying
You came to the wedding, but nothing seemed too right
Cause somewhere your heart was spinning leaves in the sand
And begging to follow the roads that will carry you home

Adorn the sinner in diamonds
Bring him down to the river to sleep
And sing chorals of late and weary tunes
Burst oh drunken seams, glow your sins for these
Where those dooming waves are straying

Shot up in glory
Galloping through day blooms
The shaking couldn’t keep the spirits to form
Who sing those strange chorals and tunes that will carry you home

You came to the wedding but nothing seemed too right
Shot up in glory, galloping through day blooms.