Made of clay Shoot me down I’ll ricochet to the ground Words of paint Draw me out And fill me in with your mouth And hold your tongue And I know it’s over before it’s begun
I lost my way So help me out And lend your hand ‘til I am found My voice is mute Not to be heard So it’s up to you For you to bring those words
I And I Have come undone For the last time
This grief you give It takes it’s toll It dries my heart and drowns my soul I am a tree Whose branch you broke The brittle wood has turned stones, oh
I And I Have come undone For the last time For the last time For the last time
I And I Have come undone For the last time For the last time For the last time