Hip Bobsha - The Evenings of Sound Lyrics

Home is a place of unlikely hands
Home is the pedestal of every man
Whole is the banquet at which we sit
Full are the messages to whom we give

Thankful and free from unwanted fear
Soulful in likeness in every tear
Always among the endless abound
Strident and young, the evenings of sound

I can hear them all around now
They won't let go

Skies opening
Keep me from them

He walks slowly
Down, low, talking
We know nothing
Of your ways and means

Windows are fine for distant reprieves
Shadows divine with untimely peace
Water is cold when limbs are at ease
Destiny folds when thirsting at sea

Captain, oh captain, where is my ship?
Fate has denied me here on this trip
Lonesome am I who waits in the breeze
Blessed are those your majesty leads

I can hear them all around now
They won't let go

Skies opening.
Keep me from them