The For Carnation - Grace Beneath the Pines lyrics

When I got there, front room was full The little boys staring down at formal shoes Expectations burning their faces red As they waited for dinner At a party in your honor In protest at your beck and call July 4th and a faint-hearted kiss Two months as seals Each night a silver moon In the morning the sun came up And you were there With biscuits and sweet breath And knowing and desire still Don't go, what's so great about there? It's all damn tunnels, newspapers and skin And meanwhile, you know, I'll be here And you there With crack heads and a**a**ins and burn victims And millionaires' sons