Cut The Grapevine Lyrics

Pain rakes the dying leaves

As the ego sheds its' properties.

The walls that secured the frame

I chose them when I heard you call my name

I raised up the patron saints

And they became the ceiling

The room now resonates

With harmonies I just cannot sing

All the work I've done

Leaves no rest - I never pass the test

How much stress can the system hold?

Tell me Jesus what was your body's threshold?

I just cannot tell if I do enough in your name

Oh holy, humbled, murdered One

Did you ever feel like your presence made no difference?

The call seems to ask of me to extend till I deplete

While Mary is asking me

About the plans for my precious life

But I could not withstand

the pressure of that question

I lost my footing in the metaphor of your hand

Paradoxically, the will is a necessity

But you can't will the self to change

It's the wind that works its' way through your veins

I've held dying hands

I've kissed the man I love

And planted a seed on a dark day

But I fear not much love has been felt as a result

If we cut the grapevine

Will there be a fuller life?

Will the death be worthwhile?

As the old skin's breaking

Please don't take away my flame