Treasure of the Broken Land
I see you, now and then, in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to,
I know you better than I knew you then, all I can say is, "I love you,"
I thought our days were commonplace; thought they'd number in the millions,
Now there's only the aftertaste of circumstance that can't pass this way again.
Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones.
I saw the city at its tortured worst, and you were outside the walls there,
You were relieved of a lifelong thirst, and I was dry at the fountain,
I knew that you could see my shame, but you were eyeless and sparing,
I awoke when you called my name, I felt the curtain tearing.
Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones.
I could melt the clock hands down, but only in my memory,
Nobody gets a second chance to be the friend they meant to be,
I see you now and then in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to,
I believe I will hear it again,
Oh, how I love you.
Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones, oh.
I know you better than I knew you then, all I can say is, "I love you,"
I thought our days were commonplace; thought they'd number in the millions,
Now there's only the aftertaste of circumstance that can't pass this way again.
Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones.
I saw the city at its tortured worst, and you were outside the walls there,
You were relieved of a lifelong thirst, and I was dry at the fountain,
I knew that you could see my shame, but you were eyeless and sparing,
I awoke when you called my name, I felt the curtain tearing.
Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones.
I could melt the clock hands down, but only in my memory,
Nobody gets a second chance to be the friend they meant to be,
I see you now and then in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to,
I believe I will hear it again,
Oh, how I love you.
Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones, oh.
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Writer(s): Mark Heard
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