Lyrics:
This Book of Hours Love wrought
With burnished letters gold,
Each page with art and thought
And colours manifold.
His calendar he taught
I want old love, the kind that takes years
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared
On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun
With the hard times
far from this room
we'll be dancing like children on a burnished marble floor
meet me here with log and fire
meet me here when the sky is turning red
special
Oh, it's nothing new
Burned and burnished before
Maybe you've been too
Oh, it's nothing special
Oh, it's nothing new
Burned and burnished before
on the day after the last sun
I could not say what horns sounded from toad kings' throats
Or faces lifted off the sand with scars burnished by change
Just that
spilling out across the floor
To the dawn
You and me
Carried out to god in green
In a field
Where the flowers enfold
The two of us
In a burnished gold
Now I
I see the world flapping
The perfect storm to fall apart mirroring each other
Looking for, digging in, feeling how, suddenly
A burnished hand
intertwined
Nothing else on my mind
In the distance I hear the thundering silence
Burnished and blind
As we start to unwind
In the event horizon
Don't wanna
Dyed in daybreak's light
Sound asleep, curled
Blue bird's first flight silent world
Burnished by Autumn trees hued in crimson
Yet the days darken
never did what I was told
I trampled through the amber and the burnished gold
But now I clearly see how cruel the young can be
You can convince
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
"As ye deal with My condemners, so with
Running like wild horses with the wind
Holy phoenix rising from the ashes
Into the circle of the sun
Johnny lobo's warrior heart was burnished in the embers
The queen of the Nile
She laid on her throne
And she was drifting downstream
On a barge that was burnished with gold
Royal purple the sails
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel
Writ in burnished rows of steel
"As ye deal with My condemners,
So
Hallelujah
His truth is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
As ye deal with my condemners so with you my grace shall
she was blind,
The lark was blind.
An old king came and took her to his palace,
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid,
And he fed
and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
way
To ice cream and thin sheet glory
A smile on the jesus freak
Hooked on our show
Burnished hearts blind to
Inevitable madness
Take care of the devil
the proper decor
I burnished the nine in my mind with the galore
So they burning with shaman, I'm popping the door
To top off the law
If your style is
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
on polished swords and burnished pride
Ancient smiles encased in whalebone
Spines of steel from head to tailbone
Cannons poised to blast the turning
and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
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