Steady Hands

The lies that I’ve learned were never spoken.
Saved some bread for you.
Call us the fortunate
Sons and daughters, youth.
Saved some bread for you.
It was all that we could do.
If I find my steady hands,
I’ll build this boat that we can sail in
Along the shattered coast.
What I loved the most was how
You’re sleeping there, the colors
Of your golden hair.
Carry a hatchet, cut the walls that speak.
Save some bread for me.
Go on tell your shallow lies.
Go on Waltz into the night.
Go on leave me far behind.
You treat my love like a petty crime.
I’ve got mine, deep inside.
You can weep incessantly
For a love that couldn’t be,
You and me.