The Banker's Son

Hollowed be the chest
Of the faithful one
A lover who holds on too strong
Hollowed be the heart
Of the banker's son
Who waits in the night for a ghost

In the fever of it all
Sweat on his brow
Chasing what's said and done

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Heaven finds a way to look like
The underground
He finds comfort in the heat of a flame
And the wine he finds disgusting
On a rare sunny day
He thinks he knows what love might be like again someday

In the heat of the pain
Sweat on his brow
Chasing what's said and done

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Took a plane to move along
Caught a bout of déjà vu
There's nothing else he could do
As a mallard sittin' low
And the son of an optimistic banker

Hallowed be the kiss
Of the fruitful one
On a walk in the night through the wood
Away from what's said and done

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Credits
Writer(s): Imani Russell
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