Holding stones above my head
Heart in my hands
Crying out unto the dead
Where do we turn now?
Sinking down in the mud of my making
Picking dry all the bones of my breaking
Where do we turn now?

There’s a rock in hand
*The tombstone
Seen from where I stand
*We both know
I’ll take that piece home tonight
We’re in different worlds
*The night falls
No relief, no words
*The light calls
I’ll take that piece home tonight

Tried to steel my heart to this
A long time ago
Buried deep inside my bliss
I never let go
Foolishly I closed my eyes,
Wouldn’t believe
I’d be standing where I stand
Destined to grieve
Drown in regret
Everlasting remorse
Forgive, forget
Who can open that door?