Mecca - live

from by Wilder Adkins



I sought you, oh I sought you
Only to find
There is no mecca that can hold you
Nor any place that could confine

I have seen no holy city
for they are the works of man
Oh but there is a holy spirit
I met him in my mother's garden

The sky cried out like a lamb
as the veil was torn apart
and the black that covered everything
could not penetrate my heart

Oh there is no golden temple
and I have never heard you shout
but when I break the cinders open
the flames come pouring out.

O! Gold and Red,
lit the sky above my head
I was tangled up in vines
Sure that I would end up dead

But you found me just the same,
amidst the poison and the pain
and the furrow on your brow
speaks of love I can't explain


from Live at Eddie's Attic, released April 23, 2011



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