Blood of Innocence

I have to preface these lyrics by saying I’ve always been a huge fan of Aaron Tate’s songwriting, at least post-My Calm//Your Storm. Every time Caedmon’s Call releases a new record, I get all nostalgic and put Mr Tate’s songs in heavy rotation. I’ve always felt that since he stopped writing for the band, CC has taken a turn for the worse, at least from a song-writing perspective. That’s probably just my taste, and I’m sure I’m biased by my allegiances here, but that’s what I’ve felt for the last little while. In any case, here’s the deal: If Mr Tate isn’t going to write any new songs for me, I’m going to write at least one song that sounds like something he might have written. Call it a tribute, call it an internalisation of his craft, or call it a poor & derivative shadow of the original. All that may be true. In any case, inspiration struck after many, many false starts. Here is what I’ve produced.

I keep on walking through this door
And i barely think about it any more.
Will you forgive if I leave it ajar,
and someone follows me into the dark?

Cause your blood covers a multitude of sins,
but surely there’s some things you can’t abide:
My nails dipped in the blood of innocence
but the rest of my body outside.

The gifts you give invisible to me
when a stable floor is all I can see,
but you’re shaking it out of its disguise,
healing for the ones who lift their eyes.

Cause your blood covers a multitude of sins,
but surely there’s some things you can’t abide:
My nails dipped in the blood of innocence,
but the rest of my body outside.

The same mouth that blesses curses,
and these coals are guttering now.
Am I the seed scattered deep in a shadow,
in the salt looking back from the plow?