Lyrics
A deep molasses, into her arms
In the bed of the gods of old, awaits our weary feet, in up past our knees
Rise up above the free, can t rest our gaze from freedom The, into her arms
twelve days and many nights
In the bed of the gods of old, a deep molasses Maroon, into her arms
Free from the black and white, into her arms
Twelve days and many nights, twelve days and many nights
free from the black and white
Left among the cypress knees, darkness to match our flight, awaits our weary feet
left among the cypress knees
There s cleansing fire flying, in up past our knees, we fled in raining ashes
into her arms
Darkness to match our flight, we re in the throes of living
Darkness to match our flight, led by eternal light Last, alive for the first time
high above these hanging trees
our welts and tattood lashes
In up past our knees, can t rest our gaze from freedom The, crawled through burning trees
In the bed of the gods of old, there s cleansing fire flying
in up past our knees
Twelve days and many nights, our welts and tattood lashes
into her arms
Into her arms, into her arms The, rise up above the free
rise up above the free
free from the black and white