Blue Pail Fever Lyrics - Wovenhand - Woven Hand

Thy will be done 

Here on this highway 

In every house and field I pray 

All in meekness yield, aided by want 

Among stranger people 

To disgrace so soon I've come 

Drift like sleep 

Into the hotel Montana 

Lay low for thy name's sake 

El Matador, Louisiana 

Full of bulls, blood and what not 

And coarse jest to a tight knot 

You are not acquainted with your own heart 

Frozen prayer upon my lips 

Inside the blood runs hot 

He was reviled, yet he reviled not 

Drift like sleep 

Into the hotel Montana 

Lay low for thy name's sake 

El Matador, Louisiana 

Like a voice in an empty house 

Breathe your breath and speak to me 

Speak to me 

It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch 

What matter if the wind cast it down 

With a ruthless hand? 

'Cause we remember always 

That it took place forever 

Thy kingdom come in whosoever 

Drift like sleep 

Into the hotel Montana 

Lay low for thy name's sake 

El Matador, Louisiana 

Drift like sleep 

Into the hotel Montana 

Lay low for thy name's sake 

El Matador, Louisiana 

Like a voice in an empty house 

Breathe your breath and speak to me 

And speak through me 

Speak to me 

Speak to me