Verse
On The Banks Out At Kyle's
Jeremy Hurtt•
the collapse of that ol worn out story
Verse 1
I had no idea what was going on thenShe said as she shrugged off the thoughtNo idea where he'd goneNo idea where he'd beenNo receipts for the sorrow he'd boughtWhen the May Day armada came up on the shoreThey must have considered a beatWould they push onto landWould they push on for moreWould they push on past your defeat
Chorus
And it struck me, my fatherWhy you'd never botheredTo guide me against all this hellAnd now I can't help but wonderDid you first tear asunderOn the banks out at Kyle's where you fell
Verse 2
She had no idea what years could accomplishShe just ran toward the call of escapeNo patience for virtueNo nurture nor knowledgeJust the lure of the light on her napeThe ties of the taken were frayed past their holdAs the two strolled past the crawdad's retreatsHe'd found himself stolenHe'd found himself coldAs he found his chest held no more beats
Chorus
And it struck me, my fatherWhy you'd never botheredTo guide me against all this hellAnd now I can't help but wonderDid you first tear asunderOn the banks out at Kyle's where you fell
Bridge
Well the water comes whippingAnd the eddies tell talesOf IcarusAnd his waxen winged wailWhen came the collapse ofThat worn-out old story On the banks out at Kyle's where it fellOn the banks out at Kyle's where he fellOn the banks out at Kyle's where you fell
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