Music That Puts Everything Together

One day the knife began to fall and as it dropped I heard it call
Oh father, see how I have grown, the bastard fruit of seed you've sown
Lost my erection, saw my reflection, it was hard to see that face
He said "Welcome home, brother, how have you been?"

We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows
No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at
We've gone through the valley, we've borne our burden badly
But lift up your ears and turn around, I think I can hear a sound
The tune is sweet, the rhythm strong, the music that could bring us all together again

One night I left my lady's side, I felt some change within the tide
Pulled a blanket over me and set my little boat to sea
I could feel the waves come and find the rhythm
The ocean won't let you forget, the tide rolls out, but the tide will come back in

We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows
No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at
We've left our lovers waiting, spent our juices masturbating
Now I think it's time we start to build something that has a heart
The air is growing thick with tones that just might bring these scattered bones together again

One morning we woke up to find the chasm had become so wide
Between us and our fathers, while we slept the space grew larger
We could feel the shadow, we could hear the echo
Of a song I know he used to sing, start to remember how it begins

We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows
No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at
We've sent our vessels out to sea, tied our feathers to the tree
Spent the winter on our knees, looking for these melodies
The songs of a forgotten king who longs to hear his people sing together again