Broken To Begin With
The Mountain Goats
3:03We who gather by this fire To remember who we were To recall the days of yore To recall the days before Hear the crackling, stoke the flames Conjure long-forgotten names Look long enough and see Where the referent wriggles free I will turn these stones to bread And all who hunger will be fed Plates will shift and the earth will groan And no one here is going to die alone Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Live in hope, walk in fear Let them come, let them gather here Meaning well, boding ill Let their hundreds crest the hill As you were, so they are Orphans from a dying star Let them cluster, each to each Like smooth rocks on a distant beach Look upon them there and know We will all go when we go Look into these eyes and see How we all will be made free Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Beyond the grasp of the grave Free as driftwood on the waves Through their fingers like a fish Free from the clutches of the flesh I will bring this word to them Last to first and stern to stem The king's gonna sit upon the throne And no one here is gonna die alone Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, yeah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah