Tired Hands letra

You stayed an hour
From where I once laid
With back on the grass
And feet where it was paved
Where water mixed in
With the rust and decay

You slept while I wept
You slept
I wept
Waiting
Praying

Twenty-four hours of waiting is not that long (Hey)
But dear, as the light starts to fading,
My heart grows fond (Hey)
Its a product of absence I’m sure
Still I over-analyze (Hey)
A day without words makes me wonder
If your fingers grew tired
If you misplaced the wires

Under the water
Out the other side
We were intercepted
By fathers and scribes
With burnt offerings
We had finally arrived

You slept while I wept
You slept
I wept
Waiting
Praying

The Last Bison - Letras

• Autumn Snow
• Come What May
• Dark Am I
• Distance
• In Your Room
• Iscariot
• Quill
• River Rhine
• Sandstone
• Setting Our Tables
• Sleep
• Switzerland
• Take All The Time
• The Woodcutter's Son
• They Are Filled
• Tired Hands
• Watches and Chains