Tumbling

a song—alternative—key of Em

i had to believe in the power of dead men:

i had to believe that men could fall

the funeral bells rang so loud out my window

then gravity pulled us to breach when we call

the shadowy lines from the branches in winter

as the sun pulses down to our sweating skin

the motions engrave us with powder and darkness

the light on our tongues is the light within

so it's all much more than nothing

it's all more underneath

maybe i'm born to beseech tumbling

down to a daughter's dancing feet

i had to believe in the power of dead men

when the servants were left to starve

i had to believe that the timing was just right

for us to drink the milk from the stars

the way that we say all alone on the porch swing

made me wonder what we just heard

i had to believe that dead men were coming

to give us their dying words

so it's all much more than nothing

it's all more underneath

maybe i'm born to beseech tumbling

down to a daughter's dancing feet

i'm not alone, i'm not alone

who could have guessed what i would say?

where did he go, where did he go

when the Hearst drove away?

i had to believe in the power of dead men:

i had to believe that men could fall

the funeral chimes make me call out for answers

they don't make you cry at all

so it's all much more than nothing

it's all more underneath

maybe i'm born to beseech tumbling

down to a daughter's dancing feet