Live at the Avalon lyrics

Paint white fingers paint my sleep

please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden (you got it)

if the words that matter reach your face from floor
will you be wondering if, or (do I need what is given or honest)

does it cost me scarring if the words stay true

even number your nephew (I don't want it anymore)

and when the answer that you want

is in the question that you state

Broad incision sits across the evening

A victim to our fathers lost war

The restless children sit and mourn the graves

Of those they've never seen before

Will they be buried here among the dead,
In the silent secret?

The pioneers, in dealing with it they march for dawn

Of will and worthy

The truth be told the child was born

Man your own jackhammer