In Altar Wine Lyrics

Wake and behold the
Lark in your clothing
That can’t make it out
You found it boring
These waves all unmooring
Ships in the sound

Coastal lights
And hotel wine
Watered-down
Olden rites
That still don’t quite
Figure out
What now?
We could be holy
Or maybe we’re only
Haunting your house
And burnt in your mouldings
Our words writ in mourning
Heard from without

A father’s lies
In altar wine
Watered-down
Squandered time
And all our shrines
Never found
There’s a sound

Like a railroad comin’
Always westward runnin’
From the rising sun and
There’s a sound
Like the fall of summer
Like a call of thunder
‘fore the rains wash under

There’s a sound like
There’s a sound like
But I don’t quite like
Feeling like this
There’s a sound like
There’s a sound like
But I don’t quite like
Feeling like this