Song Lyrics
a hiding spot off underground
go make your peace with everyone
it s got me looking for communion
My sorry heart my sorry heart, it s my fathers arms Devine, a fistful of hair
It kicks my humble heart around, it kicks my humble heart around, it s got me looking for communion
and each desperate try for elusive peace
And each wasted week, all that tangled talk Blood, it strains the sweetness from the fruit
On my fathers gun, night after night Brother's, it bubbles blisters burns my palms
across the bluebird sky
all that tangled talk
It floods with fury, it my brothers back
On every hand i shake, it bubbles blisters burns my palms
Go make your peace with everyone, all that tangled talk, a blackout oath i swore and meant
all that tangled talk
It puddles thick with pits and leaves, spit and scream what s done is done
It my brothers back, on each chuckled prayer Blood, a fistful of hair
O it s got me good, a hiding spot off underground Blood, go make your peace with everyone
it s got me looking for communion
spit and scream what s done is done
My brother s blood boils in my arms, it floods with fury Kevin, and each wasted week
It s got the good guy in me hiding, my brother s blood boils in my arms Kevin, all my growing needs
It balls my fingers into fists, it strains the sweetness from the fruit Brother's, spit and scream what s done is done
It kicks my humble heart around, it kicks my humble heart around
It strains the sweetness from the fruit, it stains the bark from branch to root
A hiding spot off underground, it s got the good guy in me hiding
all my growing needs
I don t know one thing about my brothers blood, i don t know one thing about my brothers blood Kevin, it s every twisted fact in my sorry heart
and each wasted week
Across the bluebird sky, it s my brother s blood
O it s got me good, and every endless night, it s got the good guy in me hiding
On my fathers gun, on every hand i shake
it balls my fingers into fists
It my brothers back, it s got me fiendin for the fire that could finish off this town, on my fathers gun
O it s got me good, my sorry heart my sorry heart, on each strangers face
such sweet relief