Heavens Hold the Sun


Long time, no sound, long years, waiting and waiting.
I hear it now, too loud, too strange to ignore.
I’ll watch that road, my heart steady as a snare drum.
When you get here I’m gonna meet you like the ocean meets the shore.

Don’t hang that head, you know it’s nothing I ain’t seen before.
Bring me your trash, your love as messy as a plum.
Bring me your weight, your shame, and the devil on your shoulder.
When you get here I’m gonna hold you like the heavens hold the sun.

It’s done, now here you come, smelling of the struggle.
I’ve worn that face before and it always leaves a stain.
Brokedown screen door, don’Äôt bother with the bell.
When you get here I’Äôm gonna greet you like the desert greets the rain.

© 2008 kris delmhorst/big bean music/ASCAP