Broken Throat - Adam Arcuragi, Charlie Hall, Rick Flom

Like swinging your arms in the dark to find out how the light sits

And stepping on roads like the legs of the friends that decided to stay in

And cursing real soft to yourself and to me how am i going to get to bed

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

We can press our hands til the fire reaches our front door

So i will keep this light lit low for you

When you stop your feet from running tired

Oh don’t leave me god take me home

Oh don’t leave me god take me home

We march in philistine synchronise back and forth

Saying I am waiting, I am waiting till my promise comes

Don’t keep your mouth open so when you lay out on the floor

The water will fill up your throat when it falls from the firmiment

But bending again over rails with your friends only drowns out the helpfull

noise

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

How long how long how long how long how long

So i will shake the boughs till you come down

Sending the birds into the airs like black fire up against the sun

Oh don’t leave me god take me home

Oh don’t leave me god take me home

Comes and it comes in the form of the voice he knows

Singing oh I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Someone has said in a song we could saw off that pearly gate

So that sooner than crying the most tired wings could shake themselves awake

That kind of talk only leads us to thinking a circle on the lawn

Where only the leaves and seeds and the grass will blow

Singing oh I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

So i will sing and soothe with your head laid low

Cause in your sleep i heard you crying out

Oh don’t leave me god take me home

Oh don’t leave me god take me home

When i first saw it i still don’t think i knew

So i’m just waiting, i’m waiting till my promise comes