Testo 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 aching 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