Thistle & Weeds

Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams 'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind Alone in the wind and the rain you left me It's getting dark darling, too dark to see And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown I know you have felt much more love than you've shown And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest But plant your hope with good seeds Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds Rain down, rain down on me Look over your hills and be still The sky above us shoots to kill Rain down, rain down on me Oh I will hold on I will hold on hope Oh I will hold on I will hold on hope Oh I will hold on I will hold on hope I will hold on I will hold on hope I will hold on I will hold on I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones Let the dead bury their dead, they will come out in droves But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made Plant your hope with good seeds Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds Rain down, rain down on me