Lyrics Old Mission - Ben Weaver
From
the
banks
of
that
old
mission
under
a
vein
of
sycamore
I
lay
like
a
switchblade
reflecting
the
moon
Scraping
the
spine
blood
from
a
trout
with
the
back
of
my
thumb
Start
a
fire
on
the
beach
and
just
lay
listening
to
it
burn
Time
is
the
river
polishing
the
stone
Curiosity
is
faith
with
no
backbone
An
owl
cuts
your
silhouette
from
the
bark
of
an
elm
And
laces
your
boots
with
the
twine
from
a
scare
crows
belt
Pitch
fork
dreams
and
typewriter
prayers
The
wind
catches
and
turns
the
spades
of
your
windmill
heart
Every
time
I
thought
I
was
lost
Just
packed
my
bags
and
my
chains
fell
off
I
went
into
the
woods
like
a
cold
hand
goes
into
a
glove
A
salt
box
shack
outlined
by
chimney
smoke
with
parts
of
old
cars
laying
out
in
the
yard
Everyday
the
sun
rakes
through
the
window
across
my
table
across
my
floor
There's
a
family
of
starlings
living
in
the
soffit
over
my
front
door
Sometimes
I
hide
behind
the
man
you
think
I
am
But
it's
only
because
I
don't
want
to
come
across
anything
like
them
Ambition
has
destroyed
my
morals
but
time
has
given
me
grace
A
kestrel
Slaughterhouse
birds
sing
behind
all
the
cracks
in
my
porcelain
face
Wish
I
had
a
million
bucks
so
I
could
at
least
say
I
threw
it
all
away
Now
my
life
is
pitch
black
and
I'm
just
counting
down
the
days
Ask
me
if
it
burns
I'll
show
you
the
flame
Ask
me
if
it
bleeds
I'll
show
you
the
vein
My
story
hangs
from
the
clothesline
leaking
dead
sunlight
all
over
my
past
Youth
has
become
the
fabric
the
moth
of
old
age
destroys
There
is
no
romance
in
a
lonely
heart
and
a
frozen
soul
But
a
dog
does
what
he
does
because
he's
a
dog
I
used
to
be
skin
and
now
I'm
a
soar
Closer
I
get
to
heaven
quicker
they
shut
the
door
1 Greive All You Want
2 Voice In the Wilderness
3 Old Mission
4 Sway With Me
5 John Martin
6 Cold House
7 Like a Wound
8 40 Watt Bulb
9 Handed Down
10 Old Mule
11 Broken By 2
12 Ragged Words
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