Tiny Hands (Au Revoir) Lyrics
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Album | Lastsleep (1944-1946)(2014) |
Type | EP |
Genres | Christian Metalcore, Progressive Metalcore, Atmospheric Metalcore |
Labels | Independent |
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1. Tiny Hands (Au Revoir)
I awoke in the summer
The sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire
But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword
Brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light
"To the dead, we owe only the truth"
The human condition
Surveying the space between the nave, I saw my own infernal grave
Existential imperfections
We sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs
Bullets bouncing off stonewall saints, laid to rest by our Forebear
At their children, at the dissidence of despair
This proximal milieu could close the door to the
Closeness that keeps us inside the spaces that we hide
My heart burns cold as life, leaves my daughter's eyes
I am the mother of the dying, the dust, the denouement
How can absence take my father's house?
How can nothing take my daughter's life?
Walk me out from this tomb
If you are the gate, could you make a way?
Come down from that cross
Hold out your hands so I can see
Je suis sorti vivant du four crématoire
Je suis le témoin sacré de l'église
Je suis une mère qui a tout perdu
This fire burns your name on my lips
And this smoke chokes your song on my throat
Now let death lynch my lungs
I offer what's left of this withering tongue
But oh, "No Exit"
So bright as the light that shines behind the Son
I leaped through stained glass saints
To fall to the garden where we first began
The sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire
But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword
Brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light
"To the dead, we owe only the truth"
The human condition
Surveying the space between the nave, I saw my own infernal grave
Existential imperfections
We sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs
Bullets bouncing off stonewall saints, laid to rest by our Forebear
At their children, at the dissidence of despair
This proximal milieu could close the door to the
Closeness that keeps us inside the spaces that we hide
My heart burns cold as life, leaves my daughter's eyes
I am the mother of the dying, the dust, the denouement
How can absence take my father's house?
How can nothing take my daughter's life?
Walk me out from this tomb
If you are the gate, could you make a way?
Come down from that cross
Hold out your hands so I can see
Je suis sorti vivant du four crématoire
Je suis le témoin sacré de l'église
Je suis une mère qui a tout perdu
This fire burns your name on my lips
And this smoke chokes your song on my throat
Now let death lynch my lungs
I offer what's left of this withering tongue
But oh, "No Exit"
So bright as the light that shines behind the Son
I leaped through stained glass saints
To fall to the garden where we first began
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