Currently No Video Available
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
There is a light that you have inside
It hides in your mouth and behind your eyes
It's gold and it's white, it's right as the sky
And out through your mouth, it leaks when you die

Out through your mouth and into the night
You hover between the earth and the sky
And what now is yours, someday will be mine
My father, my son, arranged in a line

You were my eyes when I was struck blind
And you were my mouth when I could not cry
But you'll hold my hand when I lie
And I will hold yours when it's my time

There is a song you hear when you die
The clapping of hands or voices on high
But out of the dark your voice will arive
So close to my ear, my old lover sighs

The darkness you'll find will come like a tide
You seperate from pain and all that can bind you
And you won't have ears and you won't have eyes
And nor will you want for whiskey or wine

And I have a name, a place and a time
More solid than stone and stronger than vine
The week as a word is my body alined
And thin as the air I'll be when I die
There is a light that you have inside   It hides in your mouth and behind your eyes   It's gold and it's white, it's right as the sky   And out through your mouth, it leaks when you die      Out through your mouth and into the night   You hover between the earth and the sky   And what now is yours, someday will be mine   My father, my son, arranged in a line      You were my eyes when I was struck blind   And you were my mouth when I could not cry   But you'll hold my hand when I lie   And I will hold yours when it's my time      There is a song you hear when you die   The clapping of hands or voices on high   But out of the dark your voice will arive   So close to my ear, my old lover sighs      The darkness you'll find will come like a tide   You seperate from pain and all that can bind you   And you won't have ears and you won't have eyes   And nor will you want for whiskey or wine      And I have a name, a place and a time   More solid than stone and stronger than vine   The week as a word is my body alined   And thin as the air I'll be when I die