Текст песни Tanner Merritt - The Harvest

My belly bleeds from crawling the earth at the heels of beggars and thieves
While chemical thought runs through my veins
A wire from pole to pole to bring me your weighted speech
It falls upon deaf ears for I cannot hear you now
Speak to me, speak to me

For we are but men learning how to die
And youth is like spring-time but winter is in sight
So go ahead divide your grain; keep it in the cellar now
But when winter arrives, who will stuff your lifeless mouth?

So wait for grace to grab you by the throat
And we’ll sing “Glory”
“Thy will be done over me”