Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - The Songs

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from the album Mother of All Saints

lyrics written by Brian Hageman

Sweat, sweat. Infection sank the day. The time it finally called your name. Cold, tired and wet. Sometimes it pulled you from your bed. And when its shadow crossed your head, that's when I saw you lose your grasp and slip away from under my weight. I do know that I love you.