Bleary Eyed Duty - Wovenhand

My anger is a storm with no rain

Thoughts take you away again

And when you leave me

Where do you go?

Already I’ve forgotten that you wait for me

At the end of my thoughts I twist

And turn myself a knot

You remain in this my age of reason

You love me truly truly

If I withhold nothing it is my bleary eyed duty

I speak to my own

Wooden knees ‘neath the table

I have the love of family

Bright as judgement in my wake

Hands down the grain of wood

Wrought iron eighteen cedar

It is a comfort for me to know

You will it that I need her

She remains in this my age of reason

She loves me truly truly

If I withhold nothing it is my bleary eyed duty

Your tears fall at the top of my hat

Trouble and suffering yeah yeah yeah all of that

I’m wearing down your Sunday shoes

Out of my head it is you I choose

Lovely feathers I can’t refuse

It’s like the moon just walked in the room

Hey sober in spirit yeah sober in mind

A holy fuzz comes through the line

In his time

You remain in this my age of reason

You love me truly truly

If I withhold nothing it is my bleary eyed duty