From the recording Ex Nihilo
Lyrics
I swept the pieces together at last
I made sure to kill all the things that we blamed
Oh, I never meant to break your heart
Mine was the less harmed, the one we named
Carry the stones, the weight will soothe you
Heavy as a God of war
They televised the revolution
And told us not to keep the score
The trash of a midlife madness
The scars of self-creation
Hard in the places where the nerves were shorn
And cold in the places where court’s in session
Carry the stones, the weight will soothe you
Heavy as a God of war
They televised the revolution
And told us not to keep...
And told us not to keep the score
And told us not to keep the score