The Harvesting

Through precision and art Restore the former glory of the heart So I can reframe my doubts To give me strength to use the words that count Happy New Year, let the harvesting begin They take the old blood out to put new in You can only be found In the sacred arms of those around Let's put this talk of love and legacy aside, say aye To heal this feeling of now Take me to the stairs and throw me down You live in pockets of sleep Hoisted by the sleeves on these machines Happy New Year, let the harvesting begin We take the old blood out to put new in Staring through space and time With so much of the mountain left to climb Let's put this talk of love and legacy aside, say aye Batten down the hatches It's isolation time The doctors here are trained to dissipate our fears with a sense of urgency for all that can be done Let's put this talk of love and legacy aside, say aye Batten down the hatches It's isolation time The doctors here are trained to dissipate our fears with a sense of urgency for all that can be done