vistas 10



Cut these thorns and kick these stones, and keep those birds at bay
Plant deep and dark, and help my heart receive the words you say
The words you say are somehow lost on me, they die on deafened ears
when you open

Up your mount to speak I hear but I can't hear the words you say
Pin me down, and take away this heart of stone, wind and sound, awake my old dry bones
Help my heart perceive the light of day. I stumble through a darkened vale, with a veil
Cast over me and cataracts, all is black. O, I see but I can't see the light of day
I'll fight or run to keep from going under the knife; don't let me slip away
'Cause though the blade is sharp, I know you're saving my life; don't let me slip away