The Lords Song lyrics

An eye drips, a heavy heart A heavy heart, a heavy heart Something waiting, winged A heavy heart, a heavy heart A heavy heart wanting For the chorus to sing itself For the meandering years to fade I cry about it, I cry about it I cry about it because I want to I cry about it, I cry about it I cry about it because I want to If one could hear the song The sampled voice of God Singing cry A will stirs a stolen arc A stolen arc, a stolen arc Cannons, trumpets swell for A falling arch, a falling arch A falling arch stolen With the words beneath my pillowed head I am staring at the ceiling again I cry about it, I cry about it I cry about it because I want to I cry about it, I cry about it I cry about it because I want to If one could hear the song (if one could hear the song) The sterile voice of God (the sterile voice of God) Singing cry on, cry on Cry on, cry on Cry on, cry on Cry on, cry on Cry on, cry on I cry about it, I cry about it I cry about it because I want to I cry about it, I cry about it I cry about it because I want to