Trophy Eel - Brother Martin Lyrics

Ask Brother Martin for his advice
He's been here before once or twice
He'll never see me the way I want
But I'll never see how he was

Brother Martin and I comb the pasture
Biding our time before the rapture
Big decisions for someone unsure
These are big words that have no cure

Brother Martin can feel my shame
My head held high in times of pain
We watch the wind blow across the land
We'll meet again when we see sand

Brother Martin and I can't see the glow
Their world offers pleasures we can't know
Born as I was into this form
My body and soul forever torn

Brother Martin adores their culture
They live not knowing their fortune
He puts his hand upon my shoulder
And tells me of what I was sure

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