Red Dust - Lyrics - James Vincent Mcmorrow

'Cause I will not cave under you For my heart is an unending tomb And I will not trouble your rest For my heart is infinity, blessed Ever a hard rot Cut from an ancient cloth Of old And someone is ringing a bell And it chimes through this shimmering shell That once was my vision of birth And now is my vessel and curse And heat from the tall lamp Melting the outer wax that holds Blood from a deep cut Some of the reddest stuff to flow Sometimes my hands They don't feel like my own I need someone to love I need someone to hold Sometimes my hands They don't feel like my own I need someone to love I need someone to hold Sometimes my hands They don't feel like my own I need someone to love I need someone to hold Sometimes my hands They don't feel like my own I need someone to love I need someone to hold, hold, hold, hold