Revelation Blues

I was more than just a coward
I was handsome too
I felt nothing when your flood came down
Holding fines that made me wonder
If the lights were wrong
With my hands that never touched no ground

When your talent is in numbers
Of the many times you're gone
I could lie I don't care about forgiving
But sometimes it's just roses
Dying too young

As I’m fencing up the hours
In the fields of red
While you think I'm on a loveless straight
In the letters from the lovers
In a land gone wrong
Explanations always written late
When your talent curse the framing
Of the crying you heard song
I could lie I don’t care about what's missing
But sometimes it's just roses
Dying too young

When your train of thought's
Always passing here
With its falling paint
And its broken gears
It's the damn revelation blues
When you see the path
And you know you won't be the last
Oh lord, oh lord

I was more than just a terror
I was crying too
But you showed me in the gusts between
That a wind is sometimes broken
And its flying path
Has no meaning nor a ghost within

When your talent is in hiding
That your feeling is always wrong
And I always want to bring you something
But sometimes it's just roses
Dying too young

When your talent is in hiding
That your feeling is always wrong
And I always want to bring you something
But sometimes it's just roses
Dying too young