I never said I’ve been a violent man
Clutching this rosary tight in my hand
But my home disappeared in the blink of an eye
Now I shake while my life falls from the sky
It could have been a new tribute at dawn
Gasping for air while they danced on my lawn
But I never returned, now I float into space
Wherever I land, I hope they give me grace
The voices are pounding on this fruited plain
But a handful of ashes is all that remains
So why I keep spinning is anyone’s guess
And a handful of ashes is all I have left
It’s a long road back up to her porch
With the cadence of crickets and the flickering torch
She made some regrets in this lonesome affair
Now she counts all the stars and wonders if they care
Then I crept up to meet her, didn’t want to scare her
She convulsed like a mummy and howled in terror
But God calmed her down in a season of frost
She falls to sleep wondering just what she lost
The voices are echoing straight through the grain
But a handful of ashes is all that remains
So why she keeps dreaming is anyone’s guess
And a handful of ashes is all she has left
We’re clinging like vines to the pictures before us
If we hold on to faith, will angels adore us
Since the locusts devour the crops that we planted
Both of us knew we took too much for granted
And now we tread lightly upon sacred ground
Twirling past secrets that breathe in this town
And there are some mysteries we can’t understand
But we’re one step closer if we’re clasping our hands
The voices are lingering after the rain
But a handful of ashes is all that remains
So why we keep hiding is anyone’s guess
Since a handful of ashes is all we have left
