Songs of Promise

I've songs of promise for your tongue and ropes

and ladders to the sun

heaven knows they'll come undone

One day we'll drop our mourning clothes

and build our fortunes on the snow

and fashion statues made of gold

It doesn't follow, the news I heard

You kept them staring anywhere but down

Am I the only thing that calls you, calls you?

You've got'em swinging from every word

you've thrown upon a ladder, high and proud

Is that the only thing that calls you?

We plot our courses from a grave

and pick the flowers where we lay

heaven knows they're out of place

We're only left to stop and stare

at faces old and faces new

It must be something in the air

that makes them look the way they do

We'll watch them limp into a run

Let's you and I have all the fun

We'll drive them out before we're done

Oh, I've seen their shape before

It's fitting that they take a quiet form

I'm not the only thing that calls you, calls you

And nothing draws the blood

so like a half-closed door,

and it's the only thing that calls you