Story And Pictures Lyrics - Singles - Woven Hand

Shook out my salvation in all four corners of my room 

Lowly is the dust, trustworthy the broom 

White lady, growlin' on a chain 

Peacock caw the sound of my lover's name 

The tone was pure and played on gut 

From your birdhouse aflame 

Your fire burns for me, red as grace 

The blush came easily to your face 

Your fire burns for me, red as grace 

And she says that none would have her 

As a boy I too drew near to the love of dust 

Tough skin, blue light cowboy, idle hands they rust 

Your fire burns for me, red as grace 

The blush came easily to your face 

Your fire burns for me, red as grace 

And she says that none would have her 

Let us allow the character to build 

Wise as serpents and harmless as doves 

Let's allow the emptiness to fill 

Rich in mercy and brotherly love 

Your fire burns for me, red as grace 

The blush came easily to your face 

Your fire burns for me, red as grace 

And she says that none would have her