When It Goes

by Peter Danzig

Genre: Folk

Lyrics

When it goes it will leave your heart empty,
No blood on your cross, no tablets of stone.
It might be cold without the promise of redemption
You’ll have to get by on your own.

Don’t turn back for what you couldn’t find.
There’s no heaven dwelling in the past.
Face your heart and if the field is fallow
See what grows when it goes.

Don’t try to trade the seeds of your sorrows.
They lie in your field, now harrowed and sown.
The tender stem though slow to root
With time begins to grow.

Don’t turn back for what you couldn’t find.
There’s no heaven dwelling in the past.
Face your heart and if the field is fallow
See what grows when it goes.

See what grows when it goes.