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    • Home
    • LYRICS
      • FRAME NARRATOR
      • MOVEMENT
      • UNION
      • WINDOWPAIN
      • THE PURSUIT
      • THE LAST WINTER BEFORE SHE WAS SICK
      • ALREADY NOT YET
      • THE GREAT EXCHANGE
      • WHITEWASHED WALL
      • SABBATON
    • EPK

    THE GREAT EXCHANGE

    What can come from a taste of passion sweet? 
    If the rot of bitterness… 

    Seven days of the promise secure, 
    and the air that we breathed was always pure. 
    Safely inside the garden sustained, 
    and never ashamed, but it wasn’t enough. 

    The home you made, I only want to trade. 

    What can come from a taste of passion sweet 
    If the rot of bitterness forever stains? 
    When the truth I would 
    exchange for a lie. 
    Without an act of grace, I can only die. 

    Another breath, warming, 
    and calling me from the taste of my own, 
    and even some sharing and tearing 
    what could have stayed whole, 
    and the promise of life was growing cold. 

    The home you made, the breath you gave, I only want to trade. 

    The good that I want still I can’t do. 
    I dwell in flesh buried far beneath. 

    What can come from a taste of passion sweet 
    If the rot of bitterness forever stains? 
    When the truth I would 
    exchange for a lie. 
    Without an act of grace, I can only die. 

    But the Adam I am 
    from the dust of the ground, 
    keeps the venom close. 
    And the tree to resist 
    could be the comfort missed, 
    or the beams drenched in blood. 
    If I could have my eyes opened 
    would I see a liar? 
    Or am I so deceived by guilt 
    that death is my desire? 

    What can come from a taste of passion sweet 
    If the rot of bitterness forever stains? 
    When the truth I would 
    exchange for a lie. 
    But by an act of grace, I am still alive.

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