From the album A Kind of Revelation

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Lyrics

Miner of this heart, black with soot and dark with stain
Been pushing up these empty carts, been betting on these empty veins
Miner of this heart, breathing in what could one day kill me
Playing every part of this bittersweet symphony

But oh, every once in a while
Oh, I can hear the violins
Slowly, the light comes shining in
And the low flame that flickered turns to sunlight on my skin

When the stars are veiled, or just altogether imagined
When it’s hard to tell whether what you got’s even worth having
And the only thing turning gold is the leaves in autumn
And it’s hard to sing when you’re standing all the way at the bottom

But oh, every once in a while
Oh, I can hear the violins
Slowly, the light comes shining in
And the low flame that flickers turns to sunlight on my skin

© 2018 Joel Van Horne