Lonely Moses

I’ve tried to view myself Biblically in this song – as a hard-hearted criminal, a prayerless saint, an unfaithful wife.

Lonely Moses

I should come like a penitent criminal
But I don’t know if I could
I’ve thought to creep out of this place where the shadows fall
But I don’t know if I should
Darken the light with my presence
Ask you for mercy in the faces of all I deserve
Still I come, still I come, still I come to you
Tiptoeing softly, watching my feet.

My twilight songs should be sweet to awake the dawn
But roosters are crowing before I know what I’ve said
I should lift high with these trees all my praises tall
But look at my weary limbs
I’m one lonely Moses in the desert
Sleeping when I should be praying and pounding these stones
Still I come, still I come, still I come to you
Sleepy and thirsty, dragging my feet

I should flow to you free like a waterfall
But my damned heart’s a stone
I’ve lifted my skirts till my love is a free for all
It should be yours alone
Will I ever wear white in your chamber
Lift up my eyes to a lover who’ll call me his bride
Will you come, will you come, will you come to me
Breaking my hard heart, washing my feet
Melting my stone heart, washing my feet

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Apr 19th, 2000 | By Justin Brock | Category: Songs