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 hold 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
And I
Have come undone
For the last time
This grief you give
It takes it�s toll
It dries my heart and drowns my soul
I am a tree
Whose branch you broke
The brittle wood has turned stones, oh
I
And I
Have come undone
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
I
And I
Have come undone
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
