Casey Crescenzo - His Hands Matched His Tongue lyrics

A long walk home, riddled with regret Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe That in time I think I'll see just what's been weighing down on me An unearthly void collapsed, exposing what was trapped To release this serendipitous discern The smell of smoke, the evening sky was proof Belated conversations saturate anticipation for the answers that simply won't come But not I, I won't ask Forget my place amongst the gra** The leaves and the trees remember me And in my naïveté it might be seen The pail has leaks and even if You put all your water into it You end up with nothing left to drink The well has gone dry and I with it Oh, someday she'll be gone (x4) (We'll still have a song to sing) Sing softly, bring me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake