"Curses & Spit" lyrics

Back to the bit, carried on by the wind
I trace your journey back every evening
Dirges and hymns, and somehow they ring
A song to shape the mist in the morning
Joe, I can hear us laughin' about
Wee little kids just runnin' around
Man, I love you to bits, little brother
I wish I could hold you like I did
Because, the days ache and sting
While all your curses and spit fall short

Till I will crack, till I will split
Till I will shatter all we've built
But the doves will sing again
Come the morning, my friend

Back to the bit, oh nails to the quick
The child remains to stifle the screaming
How did the rifter, the nuclear drifter
Cry to shake the rosy fingers of Joe?
Joe, I can hear us laughin' about
Wee little kids just runnin' around
Yeah, I love you to bits, little brother
I wish I could hold you like I once did
Because the fear and the guilt
Make the words that I pick feel warm

Till I will crack, till I will split
Till I will shatter all we've built
But the doves will sing again
Come the morning, my friend

I know I should've been home
But I was long gone
Playin' the rock and roll I've made
For you, I'd throw it all away