From the recording I Dreamed I Was A Weapon

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Lyrics

Weapons of Love
©2000 Michael R. J. Roth

You promised you’d fight every demon
Banging its fist on your door
But then your friends said they could see them
Finger the evil you wore.
And that evil left so many traces
In lipstick and pixel and crayon,
And that telephone number that you can’t erase
That you wrote on the back of your hand.

(Chorus 1)

Ah, there’s the rub -- You’re only a man.
And a voice from above limits your hand
To the weapons of love.
How will you stand, O son of the dust,
When the devil demands To see if you trust
In the weapons of love?

Sometimes your efforts seem puny,
Like pinning your love to a tree,
And that crucifix hanging so mutely
Stares you down unmercifully.
One time your dreams were so golden
You swore they would make you go blind,
And there was no force that could hold them,
Till one day they left you behind.

(Chorus 2)

Now they’re on the run.
And your plans were so grand!
But that voice from above limits your hand
To the weapons of love.
How will you stand, O son of the dust,
When the devil demands To see if you trust
In the weapons of love?

(Chorus)

You doubt you could ever be ready
To stand the way others have done,
On the faith end of mobs and machetes,
And martyrdom under the sun.
In the end, when the war comes upon us,
Ripping the skin off of your sleep,
The difference between light and darkness
Depends on the weapons you keep.

(Chorus)
(Chorus 3)

You reach for your gun.
Then you hear the command –
That voice from above that limits your hand
To the weapons of love.
How will you stand, O son of the dust,
When the devil demands To see if you trust
In the weapons of love?

You cannot stand
If you will not trust
In the weapons of love