Lyrics

I looked on another day
stared into the mirror to find
a dirty boy with a dirty mind
a thousand prayers to pray

I heard her voice late last May
whispering on heavy wings
yeah, she's the one who'd always sing
But I never heard her say...

give a candle to the poor
ask them to autograph your art
take a picture of their soul
and get a copy of their heart

I looked down a broken road
found rocks and cracks and holes and mud
found empty bones and dried-up blood
within this childhood home

I heard her voice late last spring
floating on the gentle breeze
I can sometimes hear her breathe
her voice still softer when she sings...

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