[Lyric] Blue Pail Fever (Wovenhand)

[Verse 1]
Thy will be done
Here on this highway
In every house and field I pray
All in meekness yield
Aided by want
Among stranger people
To disgrace so soon I've come

[Chorus]
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy names sake
El matador Louisiana

[Verse 2]
Full of bulls, blood and what not
Coarse jest to a tight knot
You are not acquainted with your own heart
Frozen prayer upon my lips
Inside the blood runs hot
He was reviled, yet he reviled not
[Chorus]
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy names sake
El matador Louisiana

[Bridge]
Like a voice in an empty house
Breath your breath
And speak to me
And speak through me

[Verse 3]
It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch
What matter if the wind cast it down
With a ruthless hand
Cause we remember always
That it took place forever
Thy kingdom come in
Whosoever