Wooden Brother Lyrics - Wovenhand - Woven Hand

We hit the floor just like her blue silk slip 

Dark puritan rose to the curve of her hip 

I did not know, it was too much, too much for me to handle 

To be shown to the heart of the matter by your holy candle 

The clank of your second hand, the stare of your glass eye 

Have I no wisdom? That is not wise 

In that way we laid the rail, a woven handmade Indian 

I spoke and understood your golden Virginian 

Still not a day goes by 

Something always 

Something always, by and by 

Sing the same old song in the same old way 

Through mystic maze of memories, our days of disarray 

Stood still in the same place twice just to cast a shadow 

Cast down by a western sun, you have the right to know 

Still not a day goes by 

Something always 

Something always, by and by 

Still not a day goes by 

Something always 

Something always, by and by