Idiom Songtext
von Carson McHone

See how she smiles with blood in her teeth
A small sacrifice or a grand offering
Morning unveils a porcelain plate
What will suffice to serve the day?

But what were those wings from the branches above?
Oh, who then shall suffer to spare the dove?
Spare the dove

Sweet were the lies to tender the bruise
If I am unworthy, how can it be true?
What use are the words without any voice?
What of the trial, what of the choice?


If unholy the heart, oh, what then is the love?
I′ll choke on my song, so spare the dove
Spare the dove, spare the dove

Sharpen my shadow at the foot of the feeling
I must have more to offer than kneeling
My wish is the whispers, they won't bruise the meaning
Meaning
Now naked, the night, the moon has come back
Fully exposed, less a bite and a half

But what can be whole? Tell me, what is enough?
Oh, evening is starving, so why spare the dove?
Why spare the dove?
Why spare the dove?
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