Brian Hartt - Rye Lyrics

A broken voice that isn't mine
Says tie your wrists in butcher's twine
Holds out your hands and wait
For alms of winter rye
Take to the streets
Ask forgiveness of your neighbors,
Treat them to a drink
We'll be reborn
Made anew
Once we give up what we hold on to
A field of crops in winter snow
Need to rot before they grow
My bones covered up in rye
Let me come back to life
You can tempt me if you want
But I can't promise I'll forget the clouds and stars
Sprouting from our mouths
Honestly I've never heard somebody ask so loud
For forgiveness
For a next chance
For your blood to come back again

Let's celebrate what we have left
Before we sit to break our bread
We've got nothing left but time
Let us all come back to life