Sixteen Miles From Home Lyrics

It bit my face

You see a lot of it begin to feel the fade

And when I paint I see a lot of feathers on a life of little weight

I've been a tease

They fumble to the light

Like drunken flies they feed

They clutch

They hunger

Go away

Sixteen miles from home

I'm in this place followed by a ghost of days

And I will state this intersection isn't what it seems

I met the days

The embers of the past became the sun

The twisted rays of warmth among the ever icy one

There are footsteps with your home

I can see them follow you with trinkets and a bowl

It's the fakirs page

The savior

What's your name

You want me on my knees

You can follow my savior in my name

It's not the weight of luck

It's not the tail of dog

It's not the blood of goat

It's not the guts of hog

But fate this ride of age

Those who forsake the ride of age

The crazy maze

The fraudulent shame

Sixteen miles from home