Sod Within The Hill Lyrics

Sod Within The Hill lyrics

Were it not for your nervous nature you would'be become icon you would've become
an image healing wounds with words you tell me these are the hymns that free me
when I am enslaved you tell me you've written your stories about anyone but me
tell me the fable again about when the bell rings and the angel gets his wings
or the sod in the mound it's amazing again how you could lie and I would swear
it the truth and it's your turn so spit the words out of your mouth into my
hands tell me the fable again about when the bell rings and the angel gets his
wings or the sod in the mound stories of the quiet moments before each storm
long tall tale your getting used to disguising the truth now there's a cold
that comes from the distance that's like the waiting for the grass to grow or
my rival in this bloody battle a war of holding out and dying all my friends
say this riddle may be the answer your stories the riddles set sail fables your
long tall tale I wish I could follow long with you spit the words out of your
mouth

 tell a lie make it come true.