Letra de In the Waiting Hours

Called upon By our hands was made The mire from which we rise Pulled from waters Dripping with blood and gold To the edge we cling Fingers torn on the stone Voices carry to the sky Blinded through the dust we crawl In the ragged wind we sing Voices carry to the sky In the waiting hours The eye torn open searches In the waiting hours Sleepless on the sands The eye torn open searches Hand seeking heart seeking hand Bodies weary and bruised Battered voice implores Clouds by Sun's new fury Cuts light from our path