Chester Endersby Gwazda - Old Friend lyrics

I whisper the tongue - like an old friend I cherish my time, here - alone I wait in the eyes of the pa**ing night To help me laugh brushfires again By the swallow's sleeve, I'm a new hand Cutting out the shapes that burn me I can touch the mouths of these child gods And these true minds that hurt man And the will - will go up To the crashing sails And the crushing wails Of my old pen This wind screams - while I'm asleep And dreams that these white eyes Will smile again And the will - will go up To the crashing sails And the crushing wails Of my old pen This wind screams - while i'm asleep And dreams that these white eyes Will smile again I take to the road like an old man I cherish my time here - alone I process the lines of the pa**ing lights Losing myself, I change my plans By the western walls- I'm a cursed hand By the eastern seas - I'm hardly wrong I can swing myself down from these trees When I crave a glimpse of weary sands I whisper the tongue like an old friend I cherish my time here alone I swing myself down from these trees To help me laugh brushfires again