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 tosting child Can I foling eyes Could even slow and train Could even diving rain Could grind and wheel If I been a closing deal Now I be the first in go No the last and no Now I be the first in go No the last and no