Freakwater - Flat Hand lyrics

Flat hand, open palm Your mouth was screaming, your eyes were calm Flat land, 23rd Psalm Little Bo Peep, your sheep done gone Flat hand to leave no trace Mark where the nail went, left a scratch across your face Flat land, glittering strand Lover's angels banished from the sand No eyes shine brighter To the flailing, failing fighter Who once held above her head A glowing trembling lighter No heart pounds harder to the sinking, drinking martyr Who trembled on the bank As her last dream boat sank Beneath the deep and sleepless water Holy Mary, hold the phone I want a little baby that's all my own Hold the line, hold me tight I got a hole in my arm and I can't get it right Holy flesh, howlin? bones Run off and left me, all alone Hopped up boy, hothouse frail I got a hole in my arm and I know, I'm bound to fail Blood of my blood is what you are No wise man's gift sent from afar Blood of my blood flows through your veins And bound our hearts in crimson chains