Lyrics A Language of Blood - Steve Von Till

A Language of Blood

Watch the grass, sparks will fly
This desolation, a language of blood
Discontent speaks in voices
Wrapped till your mind survives at any cost
When the earth falls from under your feet
No sense of direction to carry you home
The drifter’s path, where two rivers meet
Please leave your reasons, tributes carry you
A faith in the light steals silver
A faith in night steals fire
But the thief that hides inside you
Steals a heart
If I can know just one thing
Know where I’m going
If I fear just one thing
I fear my own mind
If I could kill just one thing
I’d little myself to dream (?!)
If I could be just one thing
I’d be a stone on the hillside
If I could love just one thing
I’d love you all the time
If I could feel just one thing
I’d feel it in your body
If I’d believe just one thing…
Cause believing ain’t with me
And we tell it to the stars