The Loom - True Believers All lyrics

It seems the ghosts of the northeast Have crept into my blood again Their restless hungry hearts Their monuments to intellect Are coursing in my veins And through my father's rhetoric The lines that cross his face Speak all the words he should have said And how we found our summer in the fall And we're still true believers all And how these puritan refrains Conspire to steal our breath again While through these shadow plays An underwriter's sketch of grace And the logic in your hands Like invisible calligraphy While through these hallway stairs Winds the unceasing search for symmetry And how we found our summer in the fall And we're still true believers all And all give their hands to god And their voices to the suffering Their regrets to the silence Their bodies to the turning spring While fighting tooth and nail Under the endless pull of gravity While setting bone and sail Just like their mother's fathers did Now all that we have loved Is bound up in our epitaphs And all your mother's dreams Lie hidden on an attic shelf Quaint monuments to time Carved from the stones she couldn't lift These statues to admire To provide the weight against the drift And how we found our summer in the fall And we're still true believers all