[06:22.00]Suit On A Frame - Joe Henry
[06:22.00]
[06:22.00]There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds
[06:22.00]Stitched all together by a murmur of words
[06:22.00]That hang like a moon in the thread of the air
[06:22.00]And speak with the sound of my every prayer
[06:22.00]There's a light at the end of the evenings that bring
[06:22.00]A fire that only such hour can sing
[06:22.00]It slips off the tongue in the trees going bare
[06:22.00]That lean in to hear your every prayer
[06:22.00]The past is a dark foreign country that calls
[06:22.00]That you whisper regret into the cracks of its walls
[06:22.00]That rise at the border of love and despair
[06:22.00]And fall when they've heard our every prayer
[06:22.00]An old woman stands up in a boat with a fan
[06:22.00]Signals the shore with a wave of her hand
[06:22.00]To a town disappeared and a boy unaware
[06:22.00]That he wades into reeds with her every prayer
[06:22.00]Now there鈥檚 a cut on my cheek that I can鈥檛 leave alone
[06:22.00]I reach it to find just how close to the bone
[06:22.00]Does my skin and my blood allow me to dare
[06:22.00]To live in the word of my every prayer
[06:22.00]My every prayer