Woven Hand - Dirty Blue

This fear is only the beginning
All for the loving hand
Yes, I smile and I agree
It is a good night to shiver
A good tongue might make it right
All I've said above a whisper

There is a sorrow to be desired
To be sorrow's desire

What they say is true
It is a dirty blue
This color around you
You're curled up warm
In your own little corner of Sodom
Did you agree to believe
This fall has no bottom?

There is a sorrow to be desired
To be sorrow's desire

All we move by the book of numbers
I'm held together by string
I hear not the voices of others
The bells of Leuven ring
Fear not the faces of brothers
I've come apart it seems

I see not the faces are covered
I'm in your amber ring
Your amber ring