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'Till We Have Faces

from Pretty in Scarlet by Murder Ballads

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lyrics

Till We Have Faces
By Dave Carter

My joy and I held candles before the frozen throne
She in her winged sandals, I in my boots of stone.
She in her silken flora, I in my leather drear
She with the grace of Kora upon the road of tears
And did they see us shining through winter's dark decree
those Gods of time and dying, whom reason doom to me?

Came bright the Dove of April, good Summer in her wake
The Eaglet in her cradle, and Autumn's golden Snake
Who was it caught my dearest in snares of shallow will
To bind her frail and fearless upon their hallowed hill
Come now you crawling spider, dire wolf, and driving rain
My heart will sleep beside her secure as iron chains

(I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever
With your hand held in mine, I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness, t'is time we were together,
For I smell of the earth and am worn by the weather.)

I climb the hill at evening to bury my delight
(The priests and the friars behold me in dread)
No sign of bone or cleaving no shadow of her flight
(Because I still love you, my dear, when you're dead)
Behold the unmade chalice, the wine that has no taste
(And would still be your shelter from rain and from storm)
The bare and phantom palace she made of my embrace
(But with you in the cold grave, I cannot sleep warm)
And so these endless mazes, these winters without end
We roam till we have faces to feel the spring again.

credits

from Pretty in Scarlet, released November 18, 2014
written by Dave Carter [© Dave Carter/David Robert Carter (BMI), admin. by Tracy Grammer Music]; "I Am Stretched on Your Grave," traditional

Catt Kingsgrave: vocals, bass
Adam Fromm: vocals, guitar
Marnen Laibow-Koser: violin

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