Father Brian Finn

And I felt the wind
Blow on my face
Growing our wings
Feeling the fate
And I held my son
Up in my hands
Follow me child
Follow me man
To the promise land

And I held a gun
And you held my hand
Stitched in a ?
Wrapped in my head

And I knew the cure
but not the demand
don’t cut off your legs
To anger your hands

And I made a truce
its thicker than stone
In a desperate wife
Your desperate husband
You wouldn’t stray
But how far did you go
A curse on your home
And the mighty atoned

So fake me disease?
The bottom of me
Is emptier now
God than its ever been
And I couldn’t believe
That id ever see
Stop talking to me
And give me some peace
Cause I need one more sign
The limbs of the tree
Stop talking to me
I swear I believe
Cause I need one more sign
As Gideon weeps
Im down on my knees
And I’m freezing
So now I can see
The limbs in the trees