Из альбома: Cruel Sun
Where has it gone
You gonna fool myself
You gonna fool myself
You cannot break my ribs
My ribs are strong
My ribs are strong
Hey, we are scattered on the wounded earth
Blessed are the ones who bless the herds as one
Here we are Scattered within our wounded selves
Bless this life of ours take us to ourselves
I would like to see you come
Wait here for the coming of the sun
Bless this life of ours take us to ourselves
So take me to myself
Where has it gone
You gonna fool myself
You gonna fool myself
You cannot break my ribs
My ribs are strong
My ribs are strong...
So take me to myself