Lyric Running From The Body
You ve been here before
I ve seen that face before I opened the door to you
You ve got the power
That s why I like you
Yes it s true
(Grant)
Inside on the ceiling
black above the deathbed.
There s a bandage on the curtain
across the window. It moves but
does not move.
(Steve)
Deep, deep in a room patiently
shining in the darkness
surrounding. Small details
dissolving, the moment it comes
penetration is due
You ve got the power
That s why I like you
Yes it s true
(Grant)
Outside there s a wind crawling
up the hill to the top of the
trees. Moving through a melody
of grief it sounds like running
from the body.
(Steve)
You re coming up through,
nobody sees you, but I do.
First notice the feeling
and then the sound as the
flesh breaks through
(Grant)
I said it all, was that all
I said, yeah I said it all
was that all I said
(Steve)
You ve got the power, that s
why I like you
Yes it s true
He s been driving since 1943
Never sent a postcard home
What about them bones in the orchard wall
Yeah he s running from the body
Yes it s true
Raise your right hand and swear to tell the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth
I ve seen that face before I opened the door to you
You ve got the power
That s why I like you
Yes it s true
(Grant)
Inside on the ceiling
black above the deathbed.
There s a bandage on the curtain
across the window. It moves but
does not move.
(Steve)
Deep, deep in a room patiently
shining in the darkness
surrounding. Small details
dissolving, the moment it comes
penetration is due
You ve got the power
That s why I like you
Yes it s true
(Grant)
Outside there s a wind crawling
up the hill to the top of the
trees. Moving through a melody
of grief it sounds like running
from the body.
(Steve)
You re coming up through,
nobody sees you, but I do.
First notice the feeling
and then the sound as the
flesh breaks through
(Grant)
I said it all, was that all
I said, yeah I said it all
was that all I said
(Steve)
You ve got the power, that s
why I like you
Yes it s true
He s been driving since 1943
Never sent a postcard home
What about them bones in the orchard wall
Yeah he s running from the body
Yes it s true
Raise your right hand and swear to tell the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth