The Strangest Friend

Duration

4:05

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

We’re all strangers here, there’s rust in our feet From the lies we’ve been told There’s a silence to every man, that knows more than he does He’s the strangest friend that we could pray for. He knows too much Last night death stood by my door, with a book in her hands, so I sat and read a story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung for all those with dust in their bones Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it’s rust So I turned to the holy book and I drank all I could The silence within told me to stop, this could be the end of your hope, so please, Go hide, my love With the days you’ve got left And all the lies you’ve been told You’ll never be free again. But what a magnificent thought: to forget all you’ve read And I’m the strangest friend in whom you should trust While we wait for the end, I’ll tell you what I know of a story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung for all those with dust in their bones laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it’s rust If death stands by your door With a book in her hands, pray you may forget The story that you’ve heard, and the hymn that you’ve sung for all those with dust in their bones laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it’s rust for all those with dust in their bones The story that you’ve heard, and the hymn that you’ve sung laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it’s rust