Revelation Blues

I was more than just a coward

I was handsome too

I felt nothing when your flood came down

Holding fines that made me wonder

If the lights were wrong

With my hands that never touched no ground

When your talent is in number

Of the many times you’re gone

I could lie I don’t care about forgiving

But sometimes it’s just roses dying too young

As I’m fencing up the hours

In the fields of red

While you think I’m on a loveless straight

In the letters from the lovers

In a land gone wrong

Explanations always written late

When your talent curse the framing

Of the crying you heard sung

I could lie I don’t care about what’s forgiving

But sometimes it’s just roses dying too young

Will you train of thoughts

Is always passing here

With its falling paint

And its broken gears

It’s the damn revelation blues

When you see the path

And you know you won’t be the last

Oh Lord, oh Lord

I was more than just a terror

I was crying too

But you showed me in the gusts between

That a wind is sometimes broken

And its flying path

Has no meaning nor a ghost within

When your talent is in hiding

That your feeling is always wrong

And I always want to bring you something

But sometimes it’s just roses dying too young

When your talent is in hiding

That your feeling is always wrong

And I always want to bring you something

But sometimes it’s just roses dying too young