cypress

Soil turned over to prime
Time will make a fine wine to fine dine
And as all before us
All I can really ask for is fair weather
And all this before us
May be no failure
But a farewell, yeah

Can we justify all these wounds?
Bleeding just to find what we already knew
Had to leave that pain behind
Behind us
Here they draw their lines in cypress

Oh I tried to deny a decline
Kept it bottled inside for some time
And you a mirror
Cut right right through and I owe you my fair weather
But it cuts me deeper
That it was your blood I’d been bleeding altogether

Can we justify all these wounds?
Bleeding just to find what we already knew
Had to leave that pain behind
Behind us
Here they draw their lines in cypress

Who’s at a deeper end
Who will offer some mercy then?
All troubles seem to blend
All backs seem to bend
And I have yet to set any single boundary
And I guess that’s why I can’t sleep soundly

Can we justify all these wounds?
Bleeding just to find what we already knew
Had to leave that pain behind
Behind us
Here they draw their lines in cypress