Piers Faccini Sharpening Bone
Can I've been a tearing sky
Can I've been a howling moon
Can I've been sleing stone
If have been a sharping bone
But I never stay to see
No is coming behind, for me
And than exchange, for tears
I've be on my way from here
I've be on my way from...
Can I've been a blinding road
Can I've been a aking bed
Can I've been a warring kiss
If a man clan fist
But I never stay for long
Soon as it come is come
And i exchange, for tears
I've be on my way from here
I've be on my way from...
Made of sorow
Made of pain
Child tomorow
Child again
Can I tosting child
Can I foling eyes
Could even slow and train
Could even diving rain
Could grind and wheel
If i been a closing deal
Now i be the first in go
No the last and no
Now i be the first in go
No the last and no
