Gethsemane - Dry the River

It started with the moon

That turned an inexpensive room into stpeters

Theres a parabolic story but its boring

And it ends how you'd expect

Forever dressing down

I'm like a stranger

Hanging round outside the kingdom hall

I'd carried your wedding shawl

You could've said I was a school friend

And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky

When I wake up

They say its just the sun

But I know that face

Excavating down you'd find the drowning and the drowned

And then theres us babe

You could walk to our memorial but its pourring

And it ends how you'd expect

I dig your dresses out

And hang them round about the house

And turn the lights down low

Now you're everywhere I go

Looking faintly disappointed

And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky

When I wake up

They say its just the sun

But I know that face

But the devils tricks

Just seem to sit so light on you

They'd never get the marionette

This tight on you

In the parliamentary houses

There'll be talk of what this is

With inexpert witnesses and evidence against us

But ill take my pound of substance

From those insubstantial men

Whatever their arguments

I'll prove your innocence

Drag your holy horse cart in the sky

When I wake up oh yeah

Testify allegiance with more

Puncture wounds than jesus oh yeah

Every statues weeping honey

And it makes my sight go funny

Cause I'm over sympathetic

And I can't control myself

Leave that painful memory

In the garden of gethsemane oh yeah oh yeah