L'homme Lyrics - Singles - Apples & Eve

At night you dream of what broken hands may make, 

Come sunrise youve forgotten to create. 

Only life can help mend your broken bones 

For stones were thrown when battles took place. 

You fought with your sticks, 

Memories without faith. 

From roots of sacred trees. 

Ideas waver in the southern breeze. 

The paper shackles you down. 

Dionysus sat with jewels at his feet, 

Silver thread in his hair 

On a throne of brittle bones 

Unbeknown to the wandering spirits of the dark. 

Thy Kingdom come, 

Thy will be done 

Eyes, Scratched with desire 

Saw only one 

You fought with your sticks, 

Memories without faith. 

From roots of sacred trees. 

Ideas waver in the southern breeze. 

The paper shackles you down. 

You fought with your sticks, 

Memories without faith. 

From roots of sacred trees. 

Ideas waver in the southern breeze. 

The paper shackles you down.