From the mountain, comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. From the mountain, comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. All blues hail Mary with her roses.
The bass. The rock. The mic. The treble. . I like my coffee black. Just like my metal. With the bass. The rock. . The mic. The treble. I like my coffee black.
The bass. The rock. The mic. The treble. . I like my coffee black. Just like my metal. With the bass. The rock. . The mic. The treble. I like my coffee black.
The bass. The rock. The mic. The treble. . I like my coffee black. Just like my metal. With the bass. The rock. . The mic. The treble. I like my coffee black.
The bass. The rock. The mic. The treble. . I like my coffee black. Just like my metal. With the bass. The rock. . The mic. The treble. I like my coffee black.
The bass. The rock. The mic. The treble. . I like my coffee black. Just like my metal. With the bass. The rock. . The mic. The treble. I like my coffee black.
Here you go. . If you fear the angels above while you sleep. Then I'll be the blood, you paint on your door. Your dream is a worry that nothing will keep.
I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor. And I could dig my way free of myself taking more. But prisoners know nothing of victory at war. Let's a call it a truce for now.
Nobody knows the man that I keep hid. Nobody knows the man that I keep hid. He's raised my face like a pirate's flag. Of any nations tattered rag. Nobody knows the man that I keep hid.
Oh this is my favorite cage. It grows up around me like silver strands. Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage. To cradle my heart like a bird in your hand.
There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds. Stitched all together by a murmur of words. That hang like a moon in the thread of the air. And speak with the sound of my every prayer.
I could have sworn this was the way when we started down. I thought we'd left a light on dear but I can't see it now. I can't even find the chance when it's right here in my way.
I've seen the best. And the worst you can be. And all while you're getting. The better of me. . You're fragile but wicked. And fleeting as breath. And you move up behind me.
Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground. Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down. And beaten like ponies and driven to town. When reason is traded for rhyme.
Where's my sock?. Where's my other shoe?. I didn't know what time it was. When I came to. . The only light in here. Is my flickering TV. Watching back at me.
I saw Willie Mays. At a Scotsdale Home Depot. Looking at Garage Door Springs. At the the far end of the 14th row. . His wife stood there beside him. She was quiet and they both were proud.
The carriage horses stamp and fume. Until all color's gone. They leave the street in black and white. And bring the eventing coming on. . Lovers tug their way out of gloves.
I'm going to climb that hill and look out across. Climb that hill and look out across. Climb that hill and look out across. A long ways off from here.
I want my story straight. But all the others bend. From wondrous to strange. To beauty at the end. I move along. . A swaying wire. Your talking drums.
From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. Frm the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. . All blues hail Mary with her roses.