Coal Cave

Lyrics

These hands weren't made to hold to nothin' Cause this mouth, it was taught to speak its mind So these arms, weren't made to fold round no one So this heart, oh it learned to live alone We scattered our houses Among the hills and beside the sea We're the lonely ones Though we knew love once Now we just haunt all our castles and dreams This old one, he'll never know death He walks among the tombstones and sings of his friends But religion has died and now the faithless design The disasters plaguing your TV screens It's predictable in that it's sad It's predictable it's got a tragic ending And all the lonely mothers gather round From every twisted tunnel comes the sound: A coal black "Hallelujah" Mystery maker, inventor, creator Well, forgive me father, but I'm nobody's daughter The toy maker's a faker and flames catch the paper From which he first cut my clumsy shape Pretty and simple and pretty and young Well my luck will move on to another victim And what I find then under these wrinkled hands Is the honesty of my true age It's predictable in that it's sad It's predictable it's got a tragic ending And all the lonely mothers gather round From every twisted tunnel comes the sound: A coal black "Hallelujah" His heart was so far gone down that country road And my light was so long lost in those caves of coal I used to have my mother's hope rocking my cradle But I've grown old... My heartstrings were strumming they strung me up they played them all My lifelines were humming they hung them up ignored the call Well, my God's not a fleeting thought, he'll hack the coal and smoke me out Burn me up and spin me round, I'll start to glow, I'll start to shout...