Hollow Machine
Song by Andrew Word
Oh, when I was young
Before the war was won
I haunted the metal, the hollow machine
Oh, the mighty guns
Over the battle lines
I heard the rumor rise
I held to the iron with smoke in my lungs
Oh, the raging tide
Oh, and I could feel the pull
Down to the sleep below
‘Cause there ain’t no rest in the fight or the silence
Oh, the crushing blow
Even so, did hope find a way in the fear
And pulled me through the very heart of the deep
And freedom’s song, sweet upon the waves
A hallelujah reaching us where we break
Before the war was won
I haunted the metal, the hollow machine
Oh, the mighty guns
Over the battle lines
I heard the rumor rise
I held to the iron with smoke in my lungs
Oh, the raging tide
Oh, and I could feel the pull
Down to the sleep below
‘Cause there ain’t no rest in the fight or the silence
Oh, the crushing blow
Even so, did hope find a way in the fear
And pulled me through the very heart of the deep
And freedom’s song, sweet upon the waves
A hallelujah reaching us where we break