Begin Again

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Begin Again

LYRICS

Throw your wishes in a well and hope they come back up.
Chase the echo down a rabbit hole and find your songs of love.
Close your eyes and let the stars begin again.
Throw your voice away until the end.

 

You can find her body in the garden now, her days are long.
Patience has a way of stretching out a shadow cast in stone.

 

God may speak his mind, but he don’t speak to me.
You can fool your father on your knees but I believe.

 

Behind the door, your children dream of fire
Embers dance with irons.
A looking glass will make of you a liar
Make your daughters dance.

 

Build a house of stick and stone and throw away your shoes
Find a man to swing his axe as to deliver you.
Mercy takes its time when you’re on bended knee.
Hiding from the blind what you believe.

 

Behind the door, your children dream of fire
Embers dance with irons.
A looking glass will make of you a liar
Make your daughters dance.

A passage from THE RED SHOES, By Hans Christian Anderson :

"She danced over the churchyard, but the dead did not dance--they had something better to do than to dance. She wished to seat herself on a poor man's grave, where the bitter tansy grew; but for her there was neither peace nor rest; and when she danced towards the open church door, she saw an angel standing there. He wore long, white garments; he had wings which reached from his shoulders to the earth; his countenance was severe and grave; and in his hand he held a sword, broad and glittering.

"Dance shalt thou!" said he. "Dance in thy red shoes till thou art pale and cold! Till thy skin shrivels up and thou art a skeleton! Dance shalt thou from door to door, and where proud, vain children dwell, thou shalt knock, that they may hear thee and tremble! Dance shalt thou--!"

She danced, and she was forced to dance through the gloomy night. The shoes carried her over stack and stone; she was torn till she bled; she danced over the heath till she came to a little house. Here, she knew, dwelt the executioner; and she tapped with her fingers at the window, and said, "Come out! Come out! I cannot come in, for I am forced to dance!"

And the executioner said, "Thou dost not know who I am, I fancy? I strike bad people's heads off; and I hear that my axe rings!"

"Don't strike my head off!" said Karen. "Then I can't repent of my sins! But strike off my feet in the red shoes!"

And then she confessed her entire sin, and the executioner struck off her feet with the red shoes, but the shoes danced away with the little feet across the field into the deep wood."