I was singing by the river, waiting for my troubles to be gone
and you were coming through the speakers, sliding down my ears and played their drums
and I was sick with holy fever, burning up with blankets and with love
and you would love me like a mother, cooling me with freezing baptisms

It seems that I had struggled O' so long to say your name without some fear of finding out your name was nothing more than just a name to make things clear
but then you give your hands to me and I have seen your side and touched the holes
the holes that spell forgiveness in fewer letters than I could ever be told

if I am a sinner, than I have got Paul in my sights
'cause we have both been living with unspoken thorns in our sights
but then you take those thorns out and wear them all as a crown
things had changed the moment you came down

call to me, you call to me, in disbelief i fall flat on my face
the countless times that you've caught me is never as surprising as the chase
so bind my heart in dirty rags and tie it to the place you call your home
and I will walk forever with you, you will be the only place I roam


from the Collection EP, released September 24, 2011


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the Collection

The banjo-keys-glock-strings-brass-woodwinds-timpani-boy/girl-vocals-etc. of David Wimbish’s Greensboro collective may at first recall the figurine-songs of Sufjan Stevens – but only until one of the 12-member band’s delirious crescendos erupts. Wimbish employs as many as 20 instruments per track, yet the arrangements are judicious when they need to be- Shuffle Magazine ... more


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