The Unpromised Land by Joseph Huber Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, gone was our season, no golden bands of trust
Too late for days stained in wandering lust
For lightning did boil all our seas into dust
Where once were waves lay the clay's heavy blush
Your name was an echo forever I had sung
Land be your body and the sky be your lung
Your laughter pierced the mountain-side and outshone the sun
Danced over "Though shalt"s and "Thy will be done"s
Her face birthed the daylight and her lips lured the tide
Spinning, we were reckless with a love free of time
And I loosed all that you loose and bind what you bind
Slave to the days of your heart and mine
And we dreamed of a future so close at hand
Gave souls to all things that we didn't understand
And we named distant shores and gave our demands
Just staking our claim in an unpromised land
Yeah we're making our claim to an unpromised land
[Verse 2]
Well our woven bodies tumbled 'til drained and ever spent
Blanket the days in our tastes heaven-sent
But what cruel an unseen sower, so base and ever-bent
Laid deep the seeds of all discontent
And lurking in darkness, held under bitter tongues;
The ghost-eyed moon of the afternoon did spy the fleeting sun
And screamed into the midnight, "All that is done is done"
So does all love make a fool of the young
Now blind as a beggar with a dead withered hand
Gripping her dress and awaiting commands
For a word made flesh, but the flesh turned to sand
We're wasting our days in an unpromised land
Just wasting our days in an unpromised land
[Verse 3]
The weeds grow tall and winding, unbroken by the blade
And swallow our home, but a cold empty frame
The glass eyes staring like a skull without a brain
Why do I stay though nothing remains?
Still I long to see you although our days have bled
And watch time kiss shadows on your pretty little head
So spin with me a future dream from ones forever dead
As the ancient mother spins her Forever web
Yet you don't even care, let alone understand
How a soul grows old before it began
So here I sit with my spade in my hand
Just digging my grave in an unpromised land
We're digging our graves in an unpromised land
Well, gone was our season, no golden bands of trust
Too late for days stained in wandering lust
For lightning did boil all our seas into dust
Where once were waves lay the clay's heavy blush
Your name was an echo forever I had sung
Land be your body and the sky be your lung
Your laughter pierced the mountain-side and outshone the sun
Danced over "Though shalt"s and "Thy will be done"s
Her face birthed the daylight and her lips lured the tide
Spinning, we were reckless with a love free of time
And I loosed all that you loose and bind what you bind
Slave to the days of your heart and mine
And we dreamed of a future so close at hand
Gave souls to all things that we didn't understand
And we named distant shores and gave our demands
Just staking our claim in an unpromised land
Yeah we're making our claim to an unpromised land
[Verse 2]
Well our woven bodies tumbled 'til drained and ever spent
Blanket the days in our tastes heaven-sent
But what cruel an unseen sower, so base and ever-bent
Laid deep the seeds of all discontent
And lurking in darkness, held under bitter tongues;
The ghost-eyed moon of the afternoon did spy the fleeting sun
And screamed into the midnight, "All that is done is done"
So does all love make a fool of the young
Now blind as a beggar with a dead withered hand
Gripping her dress and awaiting commands
For a word made flesh, but the flesh turned to sand
We're wasting our days in an unpromised land
Just wasting our days in an unpromised land
[Verse 3]
The weeds grow tall and winding, unbroken by the blade
And swallow our home, but a cold empty frame
The glass eyes staring like a skull without a brain
Why do I stay though nothing remains?
Still I long to see you although our days have bled
And watch time kiss shadows on your pretty little head
So spin with me a future dream from ones forever dead
As the ancient mother spins her Forever web
Yet you don't even care, let alone understand
How a soul grows old before it began
So here I sit with my spade in my hand
Just digging my grave in an unpromised land
We're digging our graves in an unpromised land