Backslider from Riding Roughshod by T.G. Olson

On the South fork on No Name Creek
Waiting under a shady Cottonwood Tree
We're finally alone
I can hear your breath and slowing pulse
This could be my fate
Just had to pick up that stone
Looking for somewhere to throw
Guess it's only natural
Finally alone
I can hear your breath and slowing pulse
This could be our fate
Won't backslide away if sin is forgiven
Standing face to face with the sweetest grace
Don't use my fear as a weapon
Won't backslide away into darker days
A light is a shining
Can't say just when time amends
The hurt that we're causing
How many no shows at the gates of salvation?
Finally alone
I can hear your breath and quickening pulese
This could be our fate
Won't backslide away
There's nothing we're hiding
Standing face to face with the sweetest grace
A simple caring gesture
I hope we can start amends
The hurt that it's causing

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States