Music That Puts Everything Together

One day the knife began to fall

and as it dropped I heard it call

"Oh father see how I have grown,

the bastard fruit of seed you've sewn"

I lost my erection,

Saw my reflection

It was hard to see that face

He said "Welcome home brother,

How have you been?"

We're at the end of an era

No more sharpening our errors

No more praying, we never hit

The things that we are shooting at

We've gone throught the valley,

We've bourn our burden badly

But liftup your ears and turn around,

Think I can hear a sound

The tune is sweet, The rhythm's strong

The music that could bring us all

Together again

One night I left my lady's side

I felt some change within the tide

Pulled a blanket over me,

Set my little boat to sea

I can feel the waves come,

Find the rhythm

The ocean won't let you forget

The tide goes out...

But the tide will come back in

We're at the end of an era

No more sharpening our errors

No more praying, we never hit

The things that we are shooting at

We left our lovers waiting,

Spent our juices masturbating

I think it's time we start to build

Something that has a heart

The air is growing thick with tones

That just might bring these

Scattered bones together again

One morning we woke up to find the

Chasm had come so wide

Between us and our fathers,

And while we slept the space grew larger

I could feel the shadow,

Could hear the echo

Of a song I know we used to sing,

I'm starting to remember...

How it begins

We're at the end of an era,

No more sharpening our errors

No more praying, we never hit

The things that we are shooting at

We sent our vessels out to sea,

Tied our feathers to the trees,

Spent the winter on our knees,

Looking for these melodies

The song of a forgotten king

Who longs to hear his people sing

Together again