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 even tosting child

Can I even foling eyes

Could even slow and train

Could even diving rain

Could even grind and wheel

If I been a closing deal

Now I be the first in go

Now I be the last and no

Now I be the first in go

No I be the last and no