The nights are bright out in the sea
My old head casting shadows
With every hit, bigger they grow
Suspended from the gallows
At nights like this one I can't see
Who's here, who's dead, who's dying
Who killed first, who was really killed
Your eyes and his are lying
The hours fly straight right through the noose
They scream, they spit, they growl
They just don't seem to let it go
They're deaf, they're blind, they're foul
He kept you hanging from that tree
For days on end, there, swinging
The passersby saw through it all
He stood right by you, singing
You know I cut him in his sleep
You should have seen his face
He sure was peaceful, opened up
To endings, death, to grace
The hours fly straight right through the noose
They scream, they spit, they growl
They just don't seem to let it go
They're deaf, they're blind, they're foul
But they succumb to this holy breeze
The songs of salt it hums
The hits are now the medicine
Communion with our Sons

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