lyrics
Hold dearly to me daughters
Though I am a jealous storm
A low, and waning god
Hold dearly to me sons
Though I am thin as the mist
And slippery as a bead of oil
Hold dearly to me wife
Though I am faithless as the wind
And distant as a dream
Though it be a sin
To hold too long
Though I flicker in doubt
Before the wind, who is not a wind
Blows me out
Hold dearly to me father
Though I am bony as a fist
Shrivelled as a little-used heart
Hold dearly to me mother
Though I am dying every second
Forgetting names every minute
Hold dearly to me brothers
Though I am hard as a knife edge
Sharp as a criticism
Hold dearly to me sisters
Though I am a house both ragged and torn
And divided against itself
credits
from
Ziklag Offramp,
released April 5, 2013
Lyrics by Tim Lappala. Music by Robin.
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