Tiny Hands (Au Revoir) - Silent Planet

I awoke in the summer the sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire

But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword

Brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light

To the dead we owe only the truth the human condition

Surveying the space between the nave I saw my own infernal grave existential imperfection

We sat scrawling out notes on scratched

Oak tombs bullets bouncing off stonewall saints laid to rest by our

Forebear at their children

At the dissidence of despair

This proximal milieu could close the door to the closeness

That keeps us inside the spaces that we hide

My heart burns cold as life leaves my daughter's eyes

I am the mother of the dying the dust the denouement

How can absence take my father's house

How can nothing take my daughter's life walk me out from this tomb

If you are the gate could you make a way

Come down from that cross hold out your hands so I can see

Je suis sorti vivant du four crématoire

Je suis le témoin sacré de l'église

Je suis une mère qui a tout perdu

This fire burns your name on my lips

This smoke chokes your song on my throat

Now let death lynch my lungs

I offer what's left of this withering tongue

But oh no exit so bright as the light

That shines behind the son

I leapt through stained glass saints to fall to the garden where we first begun