WINE AND GATES
Grace In The Distance, For Instance
thread and needle, for a song to be
the longing look of love, to see the quiet eyes of heed
is lurid enough to crave the orders of these
the soul of rhythm and the knowledge of seed
the lips of liberty
sweet to notion, sour to stead
thinking thorough passion to know an individuality
with a kiss, we are in the story ahead
the language of similiar things
has taken shape in our minds, the heart of need that comes with each his time
the irony of the land will keep
by the blessing of history to have a nose for trying
salt and the sugar that made you
the sorrow of thrice that has the age for sincerity
come to hills of ability, the let of dew
that knew the sorts you were, final inherancy
by that light
by that wisdom, we create ourselves
the turn of terror in to honor somehow greater, if but might
where the lips of beauty delve
the longing look of love, to see the quiet eyes of heed
is lurid enough to crave the orders of these
the soul of rhythm and the knowledge of seed
the lips of liberty
sweet to notion, sour to stead
thinking thorough passion to know an individuality
with a kiss, we are in the story ahead
the language of similiar things
has taken shape in our minds, the heart of need that comes with each his time
the irony of the land will keep
by the blessing of history to have a nose for trying
salt and the sugar that made you
the sorrow of thrice that has the age for sincerity
come to hills of ability, the let of dew
that knew the sorts you were, final inherancy
by that light
by that wisdom, we create ourselves
the turn of terror in to honor somehow greater, if but might
where the lips of beauty delve
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Grace In The Distance, For Instance
Grace In The Distance, For Instance
