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Hidden Hand

de Dry the River

I had a vision in the chapel
Flame flickered on your forehead like an apple
When the morning came
I was enthralled by your movement

But I was scared, I wrote a letter
To articulate my thoughts a little better
When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone

The garden's overgrown, is the fact of the matter
And now it's just a field behind the house
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light

Where you wait for a talking snake
For a calendar date something you can rely on
You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I'm wrong

When I was young and not a cynic
I felt a gravity beyond the city limits
Out in the violent heart
I couldn't start to explain it

But all my lovers turn to friends
And I'm in london singing 'if it be your will' again
When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone

The garden's overgrown, is the fact of the matter
And now it's just a field behind the house
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light

Where you wait for a talking snake
For a calendar date something you can rely on
You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I'm wrong

I miss my childhood house where my heart slowed down
I could take control of myself there
Since our childhood homes are apartments, though
I've been finding I don't feel the same way, now

The garden's overgrown, is the fact of the matter
And now it's just a field behind the house
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light

Where you wait for a talking snake
For a calendar date something you can rely on
You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I'm wrong

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