Lyrics Sinking Hands - Wovenhand

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