Sinking Hands

Sinking singing hands
 Mercy, mercy
 Your darkened face
 Well known to her
 And it's a low, low, low indivisible man
 To be myself again
 Please get inside
 Quiet in the mind of the people
 Nothing new here
 Under the sun
 Away with me, away with me
 They run
 Just look across and see
 My weary stone of knee
 Back to dust
 As we have been told
 Clinging to the sky
 Like smoke
 And it is so
 Bone of my bone
 One desert shy
 Down singing fetter drowning
 Singing sinking hands
 Singing sinking, singing hands
 Back to dust
 As we have been told
 Clinging to the sky
 Like smoke
 And it is so
 Bone of my bone
 One desert shy
 Down singing fetter drowning
 Singing sinking hands
 Singing sinking, singing hands
 Sinking singing hands
 Singing, singing sinking, singing, sinking, singing hands
 Singing sinking hands
 Singing sinking hands