The Maker کے بول

Oh, oh deep water cold and black like the night I stand with arms wide open I've walked a twisted line I'm a stranger in the eyes of the maker I could not see from the fog in my eyes I could not feel from the fear in my eyes From across the great divide in the distance I saw light Jean Baptiste walking to me with the maker My body is bent and broken From a long and dangerous sleep I could work the fields of Abraham As I turn my head away I'm not a stranger in the arms of the maker Brother John have you seen the homeless daughters? Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming sword There over east of Eden Burning in the eyes of the maker