Lyrics Portugal. The Man

Portugal. The Man

Oh Lord

Shepherds they came

Stripped of their names

And we were all the daughters

That fell from her to ground

Because she needed us

She needed love

But we're all gone

To strip that ground

Shivered pores were caves

Teeth were all decayed

Jutting jagged rising up

Like welts on backs in strain

We climbed up those banks from our place in

The shade

Built us a fire but never knew what we made

It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts not

Your soul

Because

We are that fire

We're you safe down in my hands

The higher we climb

These shapes show

And this place is more holy when nobody

Knows/goes

Show me what is still free and I will tell you.

It's not your mind your

Self your thoughts your soul