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Son of man, son of god
rip the pea straight from the pod
and throw it to the dry earth for burning
Son of god, son of man
I'm doing the best I can
to sit and try and feel the earth turning

There are still secrets that still go for show
the black Iron Prison and a deep undertow
there are still places that are best left unclear
Those far distant places that you wish were near

And I guess it all raises those questions of grief
Those brief sallow moments when everything meets
and I know they'll be someone who'll spit on your grave
because you've shown them the fullest of wishes you made

Son of Sam, rack of lamb
the meat melts and it punishes
that hard stone that's left behind, glowing
Heart of stone, heart of gold
both hard and cold you know,
it's all a matter of who does the sowing

Who'll take the past time,
that time that slips through
and where are the crosses
they said were in you
and where does the heart spring
from ready and wild
and who'll put the first glance
upon the first child

Well I guess it all raises those guestions of grief
the brief sallow moments when three people meet
and I know there'll be someone who'll flower your grave
'cause you pushed on them wishes which were only half made

And I guess it all raises those questions of grief
the bright shining moments when everything meets
and I know there'll be someone who digs up your grave
to spell out the omens your dried bones have made

Questions Of Grief

I stand before a tree with shining branches
tangled possibilities and taken chances
and then the tree burns down to ash the wind blows round my feet
I put the ash in a jar and now it calls to me

Mine your feelings
name the stage
Grief is subtle 
when it's mixed with rage
I'd claw my way out, but I'm afraid that I would fall
And there's a kind of light I can't recall

I find myself inside a singularity
Trapped between the one and infinity
What should have been a million chances in a breath
collapses down to death

Mine your feelings
Name the stage
Grief consumes you 
when its mixed with age
I'd raise my voice up
and try to say a prayer
but every part of me
knows nothing's there.

Singularity

Lyrics:
Drivin' our way past Grapevine's and windmills
Finding our way to new friends and new thrills
Leaving behind both mountains and molehills
NEVER LOOK BACK

Moving from city to small town to a new place
nothing was home but the comfort of your face
bright mountain stars point the way to a new grace
NEVER LOOK BACK

Just you and I, hand in hand, made our way through
you were always there and your love always strong and true
all that I am, all I have, I owe to you
NEVER LOOK BACK

You were my rock, were my sky, were my everything
you made me grow, made me think, made my mind take wing
It's all 'cause of you if I have any voice to sing 
NEVER LOOK BACK

Come around
Come around
Come around
Where the stars fill the open sky

Come around
Come around
Come around
Where you don't have to hide your eyes

Now there's this new shit, another hill, more to climb
Sometimes it feels like it's all a hill, a bad design
Punch after punch, you keep putting forth the other cheek
NEVER LOOK BACK

If you ever feel that black hole that takes your breath away
remember the hearts that live because you're in our world today
you're lucky as fuck to have such love, it's like a tidal wave
NEVER LOOK BACK!!!!

Never Look Back (remastered)

They say there has to be a reason
God sees every sparrow fall
For everything there is a season
I don't buy that shit at all

And it's not going to be alright
And I can not find the light
and it's not going to be ok
and I can not find my way

I don't see why I should care
If all god does is sit and stare
My little sparrow's wing is broken
the word of life was left unspoken

And it's not going to be alright
and I can not find the light
and it's not going to be ok
and I can not find my way

I don't want to set you free
I just want you back with me
holding you in empty hands
but all that's pouring through is sand

And it's not going to be alright
and I can not find the light
and it's not going to be ok
and I can not find my way

Oh, Lilah Mae
Oh Lilah Mae

And I guess it might be alright
and I might just find the light
and I guess it might be ok
and I might just find my way

Jordon Flato