Peter Geoffrey Hynes - The Armourer lyrics

I hear her advocating trust and touch the places where my burn scars lie hidden underneath my skin against my heart and warning my shy brain. I always want to trust, in spite of all the times it was foolish of me; like I used to want to give my love, hoping I might get some in return. neither proposition worked out well— although it seems my luck might have found a fairer wind of late. this scowl she shrinks from is the face of wariness, put on too late for full protection. I wear it like an amulet, not wholly convinced the maker knew his art. another kind of trust, in a weaker vessel, for I'm the maker and my art is relatively new. learned at your hands, my faith in the teacher undermines my sk**