Howlin Rain - Dancers at the End of Time lyrics

As the fall winds rattle at our door And call us to the lunatic sea For the pleasure games we play so easily That never really make a soul The details will haunt us in strange ways Like snow and smoke and skeletal leaves Who will resurrect us? Jive, a** and teeth Once we've all drunk all our fill of fire A faint sadness hangs about the trees as if our life and times were fruit Ripened too quickly into rot and fallen on this stinking spot Tones of history ring here like a gong but the pitch is bent and queer Upon a beach of bones the iron orchid stands And casts her cobalt gaze across the years Mrs. Amelia Underwood, carry my heart in your hand Jesus will shine on you brightly, into the hollow lands Now the sky, a fiend of fire, the season's tears to ancient wine A ghostly blight from godless eyes, the howling flames of our design That I might live and mean it like the lion means to k** In the lion all desire and prayer is one Used to be time was upon us, carried our hearts on our sleeves Wearing the joy and the sorrow like beautiful fall pained leaves Mrs. Amelia Underwood, carry my heart in your hand Jesus will shine on you brightly, into the hollow lands