King David Wovenhand

Taken from the water
Everyone comes in
Everyone comes in on the run
O understated
O understated supreme
You are a jealous one
A stumbling stone
Always afterthought alone
I am a reaper
A heavy sleeping weeper
You are Son of David
The healing brother’s keeper

Where does a man dance before the Lord?
On this mountain or some other?
Are you the one?
Are you the son?
Look here… there is no other

King song singer
Go and see
Just how does it stand against me
At every word
Taken from him
O his darling bird
Your eyes unable to agree
My debts are too large for you to see
This landscape is a thorn
From Tubal-Cain down to me
Down to me