[Lyric] Coal Cave (Photocomfort)

These hands weren't made to hold to nothin'
Cause this mouth, it was taught to speak its mind
So these arms, weren't made to fold round no one
So this heart, oh it learned to live alone

We scattered our houses
Among the hills and beside the sea
We're the lonely ones
Though we knew love once
Now we just haunt all our castles and dreams

This old one, he'll never know death
He walks among the tombstones and sings of his friends
But religion has died and now the faithless design
The disasters plaguing your TV screens

It's predictable in that it's sad
It's predictable it's got a tragic ending
And all the lonely mothers gather round
From every twisted tunnel comes the sound:
A coal black "Hallelujah"
Mystery maker, inventor, creator
Well, forgive me father, but I'm nobody's daughter
The toy maker's a faker and flames catch the paper
From which he first cut my clumsy shape

Pretty and simple and pretty and young
Well my luck will move on to another victim
And what I find then under these wrinkled hands
Is the honesty of my true age

It's predictable in that it's sad
It's predictable it's got a tragic ending
And all the lonely mothers gather round
From every twisted tunnel comes the sound:
A coal black "Hallelujah"

His heart was so far gone down that country road
And my light was so long lost in those caves of coal
I used to have my mother's hope rocking my cradle
But I've grown old...

My heartstrings were strumming they strung me up they played them all
My lifelines were humming they hung them up ignored the call
Well, my God's not a fleeting thought, he'll hack the coal and smoke me out
Burn me up and spin me round, I'll start to glow, I'll start to shout...