It's been a hard winter
in the best year of your life
You were lookin' forward to a good job, drinkin' in the days with a lovely wife
But you tripped on your laces
or maybe they were tied too tight
Yea, you woke up staring down the barrel of a winchester
screamin' "it'll be alright!"
Maybe it's the delicate trigger that caught you in your lie
Maybe it's My hand in your hair, and the gift of a little time

I said put it down, I didn't buy you bargain priced
I'm gonna sing to you; gonna put your wounds on ice

When it seems like everything you love
ends up anchored to a broken heart
and the only way you know is to
keep on making a cleaner start
Well, she can have the music
hell, she can have ol' Van Gogh
but the Song of Songs, you keep it close
cause Ima singin' to you, sweet and low

It's gonna be a hard summer
and it ain't the last you'll see
I'm gonna keep on showin' you an empty room, son,
until you give it all up to Me
But when you're done gazing
at the sky, look at your feet
'cause as long as you're walking with Me, lover,
I promise, they're right where they're supposed to be
Maybe it's a desperate stranger who will turn the page for you
Maybe it's a Breath to make you shiver down your spine that's gonna heal you

but what's Mine is Mine, you can't end it in the night
I'm gonna sing to you, till I come back with the Light

to show you not everything you love
ends up anchored to a broken heart
though the only way you've known is to
keep on makin' a cleaner start
Well, she can have the forest
hell, she can have ol' Jubilee
but the Song of Songs, you keep it close
and sing it every day, true to Me

So kiss Me with your mouth
for My love is much better than wine
Breathe My Breath, and I will make your flower
taste sweeter than a clementine
Don't wake your tired longing
I will come to you in time
Like a slow drip hangin' from the honeycomb
lettin' you ripen on the vine
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and My arms are rods of gold
Now that I have opened My garden you are Mine, body and soul

And when I depart, you will wander in the street
but remember Me, where the nail and the cedar meet

when it seems like everything you love
ends up anchored to a broken heart
and the only way you know is to
keep on makin' a cleaner start
Well, she can have the seventies
hell, she can have those rainy days
but the Song of Songs; if you drown it out
I'm gonna sing it to you anyways