Roses In A Dead Man’s Hand
Appears on: Souvenirs & Postcards
Lyrics:
There’s a sadness in these mornings
That drips into your bones
And you start to feel the secrets
That you long ago were told
And you know the end is coming
And with trumpets, fire and gold
But the day washes your vision into sand
And it’s ashes to ashes and it’s dust to dust
And all the broken promises
That kill a young man’s trust
Are laying there with Judas
At the feet of crows and cross
Like roses in a dead man’s hand,
Like roses in a dead man’s hand
Let’s light another fire
If it only takes a spark
Cause I left mine burning somewhere
In the shadows long and dark,
And I am just a criminal
Who’s waiting to be caught
Let justice bring its hammer down
Cause I feel just like a graveyard
With a tombstone and a rose
For all the things I should have said
The love I should have shown
And I am scared of passing
With my faith upon my tongue
Like roses in a dead man’s hand
Like roses in a dead man’s hand
Can I sing it hard enough
That it will finally sink in?
The promise that I’m loved
And the promise I’m forgiven
What I’m trying hard to say is
That I’m wanting to believe in you again
Cause I feel it in those mornings
And I feel it in these nights
When I would run from all my wrongs
Into the arms of all your rights,
And your grace would make a war
Out of this petty little fight
That I gave up years ago
And it’s ashes to ashes, and it’s dust to dust
And I am nothing but a promises
Lying broken at the cross
Praying to be rescued from the fear
The pride, the lust
Of roses in a dead man’s hand
Of roses in a dead man’s hand
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Words and Music: Andrew Osenga
© 2004 Andrew Osenga wrote these Songs (admin. by the Loving Company)
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