The Craftsman
Turn strings to a melody
So I can speak my mind
O sisters, o sisters
Can I sing it right
Turn paint into dreams that come
Alive, before my eyes
O sisters, o sisters
I'm not alone tonight
My muses, please use these walls
For the vision that set them aloft
For the vision of heaven
My muses, please turn this hall
Into more than a cold
And empty place
Safety feels like a distant daydream
A cradle in a nursery
It all just feels so empty when my heart is on the line
When there's whispers in the rain
When they're telling me that change
Remains the only way that we may ever see our dreams align
Turn seeds into garden beds
So they can light up my eyes
O sisters, o sisters
Help me sow 'em right
Turn bricks to a hearth to share
The care throughout the night
O sisters, o sisters
Stay with me tonight
My muses, please use these walls
For the vision that set them aloft
For the vision of heaven
My muses, please turn this hall
Into more than a cold
And empty place
Lead me from all these hollow deeds
From the means that end in means
To the place I've glimpsed in dreams
The scenes of honest pleasure
Where the rivers flow with grace
Where forgiveness shines in rays
Where our love won't look so grey
Next to the colours in the sky
Sleeping, sleeping
Dreaming, dreaming
Seeking, seeking
Longing
Come awake my sordid soul
Turn iron into gold
For more than just a stone
Come awake my sordid soul
Turn iron into gold
For more than just a stone
So I can speak my mind
O sisters, o sisters
Can I sing it right
Turn paint into dreams that come
Alive, before my eyes
O sisters, o sisters
I'm not alone tonight
My muses, please use these walls
For the vision that set them aloft
For the vision of heaven
My muses, please turn this hall
Into more than a cold
And empty place
Safety feels like a distant daydream
A cradle in a nursery
It all just feels so empty when my heart is on the line
When there's whispers in the rain
When they're telling me that change
Remains the only way that we may ever see our dreams align
Turn seeds into garden beds
So they can light up my eyes
O sisters, o sisters
Help me sow 'em right
Turn bricks to a hearth to share
The care throughout the night
O sisters, o sisters
Stay with me tonight
My muses, please use these walls
For the vision that set them aloft
For the vision of heaven
My muses, please turn this hall
Into more than a cold
And empty place
Lead me from all these hollow deeds
From the means that end in means
To the place I've glimpsed in dreams
The scenes of honest pleasure
Where the rivers flow with grace
Where forgiveness shines in rays
Where our love won't look so grey
Next to the colours in the sky
Sleeping, sleeping
Dreaming, dreaming
Seeking, seeking
Longing
Come awake my sordid soul
Turn iron into gold
For more than just a stone
Come awake my sordid soul
Turn iron into gold
For more than just a stone
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