Holy Weight

She was in the back yard digging out a trench
Praying for her father’s gun again
All the holy weight they’d laid across your back
And the hundred years you’ll waste just thanking them for that
And you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
But you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
Oh my God, you can’t blame anyone
Before your bridges were built, you burned them down
You had built a new face, empty but awake
And painted it the one shade you could never fake
Love had kicked your crutches out from underneath
I was still the sandstone cutting up your feet
God was in our back yard tearing down the fence
Calling out our father’s name again
So we fixed him to the floor and covered up his ears
Spent another lifetime shaking off our fears
But you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
But you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
(your bleeding hands are calling out for me)
Oh my God, you can’t blame anyone
(your bleeding hands are calling out for me)
Before your bridges were built, you burned them down
Oh, but I could be something else entirely
And spill out of my burning head and underneath your door
No, I do not see what you see in your old eyes
And I will be cutting up your feet for eternity
But you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
But you can’t blame anyone for what you’ve done
Oh my God, you can’t blame anyone
Before the bridges were built, you burned them down