Из альбома: The Fire Plays
Stranded by this open window
All my debts unfold
I couldn’t hear through the wall
When my conscience called
I have visions of falling branches
Touching down one by one
As I let them go, water cries for my soul
Stripping me down to the bone
Oh, think of the pain I caused
All for the gain of my own
Time can’t take the blame for me My crooked path is set in stone
Friendships soured, lost and hollow
I cling dear to my home
the weeds overgrown
And the roof wearing thin
the shirt on my back
is tearing holes through my skin
but if I tried going now
wouldn’t know where to begin
Oh, think of the pain I caused
All for the gain of my own
Time can’t take the blame for me My crooked path is set in stone
I hear voices of my brothers
Start to fade one by one
And as I let them go Water cries for my soul
Stripping me down the bone
Stripping me down the bone
Stripping me down the bone