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Lay down in the tall grass
In a flat-bottomed boat
We lay down and wait for you
With nothing but a piece of rope
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
I'll be dreaming every night of you
I'll be shaking at the sight - of - you

Will you beg for forgiveness
Will you pray to be saved
The way you choke your children
When they spit in your face
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
I'll be dreaming every night of you
I'll be shaking at the sight

I dreamt you found me out in a field
You tripped over my site
And you dug me out of a shallow grave
With your Swiss Army knife

And only you could revive me
So badly decomposed
I was bone-white, dry and scaly
But you still took me home

Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight of you
I'll be dreaming every night of you

And how could you be so serene
Motivation unclear
In a late basement seance
That brought us to tears
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
Oh, I'll be dreaming every night of you
I'll be shaking at the sight

I dreamt you found me out in a field
You tripped over my site
And you dug me out of a shallow grave
With your Swiss Army knife

And only you could revive me
So badly decomposed
I was bone-white, dry, and scaly
But you still took me home

Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight of you
I'll be dreaming every night of you

les sœurs

 

 

 

"If It Be Your Will"

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will.

Ring the bells

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.
~ Leonard Cohen