Eyes Of My Sister by The Throes

All the Flowers Growing In Your Mother's Eyes by The Throes

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Eyes Of My Sister
by The Throes

Album: All the Flowers Growing In Your Mother's Eyes

If I'd never seen the sun, would all this darkness look the same as it shines on everyone, dressed in another's name?

Oh, hearty soul, please help me pull the rashes from my skin,
Lift my eyes to Heaven,
Weary flesh, please rise again.

And in an hour I will call,
Sacrifice is made to be revealed,
The eyes of my sister steals my prayers, and the clock on my arm just steals.

Oh, hearty soul, please help me pull the ashes from my skin,
Lift my eyes to Heaven,
Weary flesh, please rise again.

I'm weary, weary, just take me now and run away if I die,
To hold my own, I'll never last,
I'll never, ever, ever make it home.

Oh, hearty soul, please help me pull the ashes from my skin,
Lift my eyes to Heaven,
Oh, weary flesh, please rise again.

Rise again,
Oh...