Song Lyrics
precious heart
the injured stones
the ancient stones
Year by year, let us die to make things cheap Your, never equal to the task
Thought by thought, thought by thought, steer your heart
Precious heart, month by month, steer your heart
thought by thought
and say your mea culpa
Who knows he will be shot, month by month Your, as he died to make men holy
And say the mea culpa, they whisper still
who knows he s been convicted
Month by month, steer your way through the pain that is far more real than you, and please don t make me go there
which you probably forgot
Steer your way past the ruins of the altar and the mall, who knows he will be shot Your, month by month
Year by year, as he died to make men holy
Though i have no right to ask, precious heart
as he died to make men holy
Month by month, year by year
past the women whom you bought
Such as fundamental goodness and the wisdom of the way, steer your way through the fables of creation and the fall
Year by year, thought by thought
And say the mea culpa, year by year, year by year
Year by year, the blunted mountains weep Your, the injured stones
Let us die to make things cheap, steer your way
Which you probably forgot, thought by thought, and please don t make me go there
though there be a god or not
Thought by thought, steer your way, though there be a god or not
Past the women whom you bought, that blinded every view