Cut these thorns and kick these stones, and keep those birds at bay.
Plant deep and dark, and help my heart receive the words you say.

The words you say,
See the words you say,

The words you say are somehow lost on me, they die on deafened ears;
when you open -up your mouth to speak I hear but I can't hear

the words you say,
hear the words you say,
hear the words you say

Pin me down, and take away this heart of stone,
wind and sound, awake my old dry bones.
Cut these thorns and kick these stones, and keep those birds at bay.
Plant deep and dark, and help my heart perceive the light of day.
I stumble through a darkened vale, with a veil -cast over me
and cataracts, all is black. O, I see but I can't see

the light of day,
see the light of day,
see the light of day,

I'll fight [bad word] to keep from going under the knife, don't let me slip away.
'Cause though the blade is sharp, I know you're saving my life; don't let me slip away

Pin me down, and take away this heart of stone,
wind and sound, awake my old dry bones.