Holy Holy (Wye Oak)

Holy, holy, holy There is no other story Holy, holy, holy It is madness seeking mastery Holy, holy, holy Would you like to know me? A tongue without a mouth to feed And only seeking agony For the joys and secrets I have stored Here I lie awaiting our reward Attention for the blessed, final count The ties that hold your mind and lock me out No patience can contain this All human joy is precious And I alone should know this And everyone should notice Holy, holy, holy There is no other story It is madness seeking mastery We will be who we want to be For the joys and secrets I have stored Here I lie awaiting my reward Attention for the blessed, final count The ties that hold your mind will not give out Oh, they will give out