Tendons (Live from the Roundhouse)

Careful of the morning
Careful of the night
Careful of them hunting
The ideas we leave behind
Those preachers and their stories
Drunkards and their vows
We clung to each other
When there was no one else around

Tendons that we are
Tendons streched too far
Tangled up and heavy
Winding steady
Tender in the dark
We're fractions of a star
Held above a sory
For a moment only

I can't decide
What needs building
What nedds digging
Whad needs filling in
This love, this love is like a swarm
We can't see through it
We can't hold thorns

Tendons that we are
Tendons streched too far
Tangled up and heavy
Winding steady
Tender in the dark
We're fractions of a star
Held above a sory
For a moment only

Until it breaks clean
Until it takes me
Until we hollow the thought

Nothing this close can enjoy permanence
I think I understand
That past is circling

Nothing that's lit can be in flames this long

You said, you said I had all the fighting, maybe

Maybe it's something
Maybe it's real
Not faded like flowers
Form yesterday's field
Aimless on a fated road
This life it keeps us hunting
Cos I'm not home

Throw my bones
Empty me
Held so tight
That's all I see
Let your grief pour into me
Tell me now, is this what you wanted?

Is this what you wanted?
Let yourself pour into me

Tendons that we are
Tendons streched too far