Chest Of Drawers - Wovenhand

She floats in air in these three ways

You know, you know

The road does not trust me to keep

Beneath the bushes, the three of us asleep

Go into the Lord’s house

And go in a mile

The world will bow

The knees will be broken for those who don’t know how

He delights not in the strength of horses

He takes no pleasure not in the legs of men

He’s a working man and none can stay his hand

His are the three faces of time

We keep walking and thinking things to talk about

Down on our prayers, bones in line

Go into the Lord’s house

Go in a mile

The world will bow

The knees will be broken for those who don’t know how

He delights not in the strength of horses

He takes no pleasure in the cleverness of men