Letra de The Holy Ground

Put down roots in what you’ve found Cling like a tree to the holy ground Seeking dark rivers far underground Drink from the rivers they’re all around Take my right eye, bring a flame to my tongue By shadowy pools where the moon is young Out of the wasteland we’ll make our home Under the mountain in ocean foam Tell me how to make this true Point out the way that I must move To plant a flag under shifting skies Shine a light as the moments die Tell me how to make this true Point out the way that I must move I had a fire in my head I hooked a berry to a thread I caught myself a silver trout I came home and the lights went out You seek the scent like a pack of hounds You strain your ears for the secret sounds Weaving your thorns into little crowns What will you wear when the sun goes down? Come on, come on, come on, come on Live on this holy ground