Made of clay
Shoot me down
I?ll ricochet to the ground
Words of paint
Draw me out
And fill me in with your mouth
And ho---old your tongue
And I know it?s over before it?s begun
I lost my way
So help me out
And lend your hand ?til I am found
My voice is mute
Not to be heard
So it?s up to you
For you to bring those words
I I I
And I I I
Have come undone
For the last time
This grief you give
It takes it?s toll
It dries my heart and drowns my so-oul
I am a tree
Whose branch you broke
The brittle wood has turned stones, oh
I I I
And I I I
Have come undone
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
I I I
And I I I
Have come undone
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
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