Текст песни Delivering Hands - Ludlow

Gethsemane in dead of night
Searching for the pale moonlight
Bathe in bark and borrowed time
I let my mind go
I let my mind go

A sycophant and so polite
Cross my hands and hold them tight
Whatever gets me sleep at night
Alone in my home
Alone in my home

In the storm, I'm watching the water rise
Drowning every root
Can't you reach, like delivering hands
Lift me up to you?

Cozied up on gallows eve
With my back against a maple tree
Begging for some help for me
But the garden, it grows
The garden, it grows

If I make it home in the morning light
Hurt like hell, but free
Can't you reach, like delivering hands
Lift this spell from me?

But I'm never gonna sleep in the garden
Dug a hole and I threw my sorrow in
I'm never gonna sleep in the garden
Not tonight
No, never again

But I'm never gonna sleep in the garden
Dug a hole and I threw my sorrow in
I'm never gonna sleep in the garden
Not tonight
No, never again