Wovenhand - Terre Haute lyrics

Flash your language covered on the shelf in dust This street was once a creek of a one Lord rule I trust Duly, duly signed, Cora Cora Carter Born of the fall, in a state of Texas Paid in full Fort Bliss, 1936 Terre terre haute All be hollow He takes his breath Away the four winds follow Wolves tied on strings to his good words of promise These are stones around the peoples neck Wound on string, drawn back stern The arrow sings to whom it may concern Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma It is his spirit, it is his fruit It is he who paint by numbers It is his spirit, it is his fruit Terre terre haute All be hollow He takes his breath Away the four winds follow Lord Jesus, come bestow belief The beauty of the finished work You regard him not risen on the ancient horizon Think yourself too hard, go on cast your lots Terre terre haute All be hollow He takes his breath Away his spirit follow It is his spirit, it is his fruit It is he who paint by numbers It is his spirit, it is his fruit It is he who paints by numbers Judges and Ruth Wound on string, drawn back stern The arrow sings to whom it may concern Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma There, there, there