Devil’s Spoke (Live from St James’s Church, London)

I might be a part of this
Ripple on water from a lonesome drip
A fallen tree that witness me
I'm alone, him and me

And then life itself could not aspire
To have someone be so admired
I threw creation to my kin
With the silence broken by a whispered wind

All of this can be broken
All of this can be broken
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground

But the love of your life lives but lies no more
And where she lay a flower grows
And the arms that fed and the babes that wed
And the backs that bled keeping her in tow

Many miles and many trains
Brought you to me on this sunny isle
And what of which you wish to speak
Have you come here to rescue me?

And root to root and tip to tip
I look at him my country gyp
Leathered up by all his fears
But someone brought you close to tears

All of this can be broken
All of this can be broken
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground

But the love of your life lives but lies no more
And where she lay a flower grows
The arms that fed and the babes that wed
And the backs that bled keeping her in tow

But I am your keeper
And I hold your face away from light
I am yours till they come
I am yours till they come