Thistle and Weeds sing and play along

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams,

'cause recently mine have been tearing my seams.

I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind.

Alone in the wind and the rain you left me.

It's getting dark, darling,

too dark to see.

And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds,

it seems.

Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown.

I know you have felt much more love that you've shown.

And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest.

Plant ver your hope with good seeds.

Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds.

Rain down, rain down on me.

Look o ver your hills and be still.

The sky er above us shoots tle to kill.

Rain down, rain down on me.

Look

And I will hold on.

I will hold on hope.

Oh, I will hold on.

I will hold on hope.

Oh, hope.

Oh, I will hold on.

I will hold on hope.

I will hold on.

I will hold on hope.

hope.

And I will hold on.

I will hold on.

I begged you to hear me,

there's more than flesh and bones.

Let the dead bury the dead,

and they will come out in droves.

Take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made.

Plant your hope with good seeds.

Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds.

Rain down, rain down on me.