Trust in me
Take these words and hold them as your own
Take from me
Replace the things that held you at the seams
And exit wearied haunts of the skeptic
For I can make you whole again
For I can make you new
Look to me
Envision sights that greet the infant eye
Where features pull to form a face
Unscarred by history
And enter into this as the newborn without fear
Without suspicion
Won't you let me dream of righting every wrong?
Dream of righting them all
I dream of righting every wrong
Of erasing them all
Words of comfort given you mean nothing
When your crumbling walls come down again
And promises without intent without meaning
Hollow-hearted, not worth keeping
Are promises not worth making
Trust in me
Hear these words as fresh as morningsong
Breathe with me
Drawing air to cleanse the baneful lung
And exit wearied haunts of the skeptic
For I can make you whole again
For I can make you new
Look to me
Envision sights that greet the waking eye
Focusing upon a face unmarred by yesterdays
And enter into this as the sleeping, without fear
Without suspicion
Won't you let me dream of writing every single wrong?
Dream of righting them all
I dream of righting every wrong
Of erasing them all
What an album! The only reason the album didn't elevate them straight to stardom is not enough people heard it. Modern classic - from start to finish. c1ch
Allow me to copy Pagan Altar's third album title to describe not only III:Pentecost but the whole discography of Wytch Hazel so far: well, yes, it's Magical and Mythical!!! A must-have for the lovers of 70's hard sound revival. BoneWalker