White Stone歌词

White Stone -Lowland Hum
The faces of a mirror ripple like stirred water
My hand pushed through the silver to touch the face of god
From my mouth you're always drawing dark sayings from of old
I'm talking like my father and bearing my brother's load
Bearing my brother's load
I'll tell the truth to children not dress it up in white
The house is one divided the clock can't be turned back
The clock can't be turned back
Come save the weak and needy
Give justice to the weary
The wanderer is bleary eyed
The sunlight has grown cold
This ones for the prisoner
You hear his lonely sigh
I want my white stone
I want my white stone
I want my white stone
I want my white stone
Tell me my name
Tell me my name
Tell me my name
Tell me my name编辑于2023/09/07更新