The Horse's Ha - Willing Hands lyrics

The gold mines and the gutters of desire Are not glitter and mire to choose between They're one and the same for all awards and all the blame So give me just the simplest denial A Byzantine style won't guide you when You're lost in the maze of your self-embroidered days Beauteous flaw eludes us once more And beaches our ships on the sand Our right and our left were ready for theft Willing hands, willing hands A heart forged out of metal starts to slow Where will you go when you die? In corrosion we trust, air to oxide, rust to rust