Sinking Hands - Wovenhand

Sinking singing hands

Mercy, mercy

Your darkened face

Well known to her

And it’s a low, low, low indivisible man

To be myself again

Please get inside

Quiet in the mind of the people

Nothing new here

Under the sun

Away with me, away with me

They run

Just look across and see

My weary stone of knee

Back to dust

As we have been told

Clinging to the sky

Like smoke

And it is so

Bone of my bone

One desert shy

Down singing fetter drowning

Singing sinking hands

Singing sinking, singing hands

Back to dust

As we have been told

Clinging to the sky

Like smoke

And it is so

Bone of my bone

One desert shy

Down singing fetter drowning

Singing sinking hands

Singing sinking, singing hands

Sinking singing hands

Singing, singing sinking, singing, sinking, singing hands

Singing sinking hands

Singing sinking hands