Your word, oh Lord, is eternal, it stands firm. Your faithfulness continues through all the earth. All creation hangs on Your every word. . With the sound of Your voice, waters still.
While the elders are weeping. In the old courts of laughter. Spilling tears on velvet, tears spun from dew. Draped from the lace. Where the elders are weeping.
One, two, three, four. Of the men who were loved by you. Some were lookin' for a woman to play. One who could venture to the empty rooms. And carry their bodies away.
The sun is damning, please let go. Not with the memory, it'll drag you down below. Jump at his dancers out on the ledge. Can't feel the edges, love dragged all her friends.