His Hands Matched His Tongue

by The Dear Hunter

From the album: Act I: The Lake South, The River North

Duration: 6:00

Act I: The Lake South, The River North cover art

Lyrics for His Hands Matched His Tongue

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 design 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 grass 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'll end up with nothing left to drink The well has gone dry, and I with it Oh, someday she'll be gone Oh, someday she'll be gone Oh, someday she'll be gone Oh, someday she'll be gone We'll still have her song to sing We'll still have her song to sing We'll still have her song to sing We'll still have her song to sing We'll still have her song to sing (Sing softly, bring me to the lake) [Oh, someday she'll be gone] We'll still have her song to sing (Sing softly, bring me to the lake) [Oh, someday she'll be gone] We'll still have her song to sing (Sing softly, bring me to the lake) [Oh, someday she'll be gone] We'll still have her song to sing (Sing softly, bring me to the lake) [Oh, someday she'll be gone] Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, bring me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, bring me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, sing me to the lake Sing softly, bring me to the lake Sing

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