I was in a place that I could not name
I was on my own, lost upon my way
to a place I'd never seen before.
And the path was long and the moon hung low
When I heard a voice on the radio
The golden sigh of a broke heart singer
Sometimes the pauper is the poet
Sometimes the fool is wise
Sometimes the joker seems to know it
He was in a place that he tried to name
Just an orphan child in the pouring rain
with a heart so old it was made by angels
In his tower room writing holy songs
that were so beautiful the devil sang along
His spirit soared above the weeper
Sometimes the blossom breaks its branches
Sometimes the angels cry
Sometimes your father is a phantom
I didn't know you before they hung you from your halo
But somehow I knew you couldn't last for long, Save for song.
So if you're in a place that you cannot name
And you're all alone, lost upon your way
to a place you've never seen before
If your path seems long and the moon is low
You might hear the voice of some holy ghost
It's the golden sigh of the broke heart singer
Sometimes the silence is not golden.
credits
from Mirror Jane EP (2010),
released December 25, 2010
Damien Youth- Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
David J Haskins- Bass, Keyboards, Vocals
Ysanne Spevack- Violin
Mike Berg- Piano
Kerry Brown- Percussion
Kevin Dippold - Engineer
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