History - Holy Holy

All I want is to hold a little piece

Of HISTORY between my teeth

It’s cold and hard like mother’s grief

I’d risk it all just to feel my burning skin

The water’s cool and closing in

The dark pulls black and let it in

And the crawling tongue of fear

Exactly at your ear

At night!

And the only risk you take

Is that all of your mistakes survive

All the time, as I’ve tried to understand

I realized what I believe has moved again

And what are we, is not bones and blood and tears

We’re memories in perfect fruits of who we’ve been

And the crawling tongue of fear

That’s softly at your ear

At night!

And the only risk you take

Is that all of your mistakes survive

All I want is to hold a little piece

Of HISTORY between my teeth

It’s cold and hard like mother’s grief

You know I’d risk it all just to feel my burning skin

The water’s cool and closing in

The dark pulls black and let it in

And what are we, is not bones and blood and tears

We’re memories in perfect fruits of who we’ve been

And we could try, and we could crawl

And we could die, and we will crawl