THE DEAR HUNTER LYRICS

1. Battesimo del Fuoco

Believe you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother near.
To death and life, both hand in hand,
A failed life exposed the man
Who led her off into the flame
To cast her back to hell again.

But, hear you me, the break of dawn
Will wash away the sins thereof.
Unto the lake, beyond the tree,
The child waits, alone is he.

The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains

2. The Lake South

3. City Escape

Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history, revealing thoughts of mystery
In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlot's life

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Free, pardoned by the flame
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets
In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but her pulse remains

Places, people, the stage is set
Places, people, the stage is set

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

4. The Inquiry of Ms. Terri

A home removed, a life resumed right here.
The Priest and the Rosary,
The book and the bond between he and me has long since broken.
A boy who's grown, too short to see,
A tale unfold, too tall to be.
A life once lived behind closed doors,
The irony of the pensive whore

Touch, taste,
Feel it ripping me down.
Reprise, two times, the Dime.
Burn it to the ground.

The inquiry of Ms. Terri,
The expiry of misery,
The table turns, the sun along,
The riverbed, and he's alone.
Her object of affection,
Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority,
Corrupted by impropriety.
The cavalier, she hopes of him,
In dissonance with experience,
The boy who grows, with knife in hand,
To fend for her, becomes a man
While she plays fake affection,
And carefully lacks objection,
To her gentleman caller's twisted desire.

Touch, taste,
Feel it ripping me down.
Reprise, two times, the Dime.
Burn it to the ground.

We dance around the room,
My love, I'll carry you,
And I'll teach you how to treat that Leading lady that you'll meet.
We dance around the truth, my dear
I lie for you, and when I lie down, I'm simply lying to them too

5. 1878

We've got a way we got away and survived
Stunned by the shock and fearing what's behind

Everything you thought you'd live and die for
Every reason leading you to hear all of the sounds
That trickle past your introspective ear
An attempt to discover what's behind

Branches twisting reaching for the sky
Hands extending reaching for the...

Fell in another hole
(For the knife, for the knife)
Loss of control
(For the knife, for the knife)
I'm in another hole
(For the knife, for the knife)
Bleed myself dry
(Save my life, save my life)

The river
The lake
The river
The lake

Fell in another hole
(For the knife, for the knife)
Loss of control
(For the knife, for the knife)

Hands conflicting clearly point their way
Stunned by the sign and fearing what it says

Everything you thought you'd live and die for
Every reason leading you to hear all of the sounds
That trickle past your introspective ear
An attempt to discover what's behind

Fell in another hole

Fell in another hole
(For the knife, for the knife)
Loss of control
(For the knife, for the knife)

Fell in another hole
(For the knife, for the knife)
Loss of control
(For the knife, for the knife)
I'm in another hole
(For the knife, for the knife)
Bleed myself dry
(Save my life, save my life)

The river
The lake
The river
The lake

Fell in another hole
(For the knife, for the knife)
Loss of control
(For the knife, for the knife)

6. The Pimp and the Priest

(Take me to the river)

The pimp and the priest pounce on quickened cat's feet
For the freshest young blood, innocence for the feast.
The book will then brew what the sinful commit;
While the pimp and priest pray quietly where the precious sinners sit.

Confess, oh, confess,
In the chapel, the brothel, where we suffocate stress.
We've got the time if you've got the scratch
(Conquer your sins while she screams on her back).

Faster, save me!
(While your sins remain hostage)
Harder, I can't breath!

Now the priest and the pimp are already equipped
With an enigmatic frontage post we welcome walk-ins.
So we corner our pace and make quick for the door,
To be prodded and passed from the bed to the floor.

Confess, oh, confess,
In the chapel, the brothel, where we suffocate stress.
We've got the time if you've got the scratch
(Conquer your sins while she screams on her back).

Take me to the river
Take me to the river

Faster, save me!
(Sins remain hostage)
Harder, I can't breath!

Sing softly, sing me to the lake.
Sing softly, bring me to the lake.

Faster, save me!
(I've since remained hostage)
Harder, I can't breath!

Sing softly, sing me to the lake.
Sing softly, bring me to the lake.

7. His Hands Matched His Tongue

A long walk home, riddled with regret
Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe
That in time I think I'll see just what's been weighing down on me
An unearthly void collapsed, exposing what was trapped
To release this serendipitous design

The smell of smoke, the evening sky was proof
Belated conversation saturate anticipation for the answers that simply won't come

But not I, I won't ask
Forget my place amongst the grass
The leaves and the trees remember me
And in my naivety it might be seen
The pale has leaks and even if
You put all your water into it
You end up with nothing left to drink
The well has gone dry and I with it

Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone

(We'll still have her song to sing)

Sing softly, bring me to the lake
Sing softly, sing me to the lake

8. The River North

THE DEAR HUNTER LYRICS