Rood Boy Blues Lyrics

Symbols lingering in the sutures
Where I've stitched our lives together
Your body figures in my future
With a boa's tender tether

I've got a love to shelter us
Like a flesh and bone umbrella
A holy home
Hewn in stone
Sanctified and hallowed


Well, you know that deed
Will be deemed undue
When they pry my cold dead hands off you

Nimble fingers stroll your velvet cheeks
A tear appears and travels
Well, I've scoped the scape
And I will not speak
While brittle ties unravel

Well, I got a love like a carnal cope
A sanguine shrine, a boney tope
But I see the ciphers
In your eyes
Like hungry hempen collars

Well, you'll know you're free
You'll know we're through
When they pry my cold dead hands off you

My hands
Can't set you free
O, they cleave to thee
O, they fall to atrophy

My hands
Have two holes that sing
When I clench the rings
Where I wore the rood of love

No agency, no measure
Could lessen love's great torture
But with my hands upon this treasure
Death itself becomes conjecture