The Lords Song - Daughters

An eye drips, a heavy heart

A heavy heart, a heavy heart

Something waiting, winged

A heavy heart, a heavy heart

A heavy heart wanting-

For the chorus to sing itself

For the meandering years to fade

I cry about it, I cry about it

I cry about it because I want to

I cry about it, I cry about it

I cry about it because I want to

If one could hear the song

The sampled voice of God

Singing cry

A will stirs a stolen arc

A stolen arc, a stolen arc

Cannons, trumpets swell for

A falling arch, a falling arch

A falling arch stolen-

With the words beneath my pillowed head

I am staring at the ceiling again

I cry about it, I cry about it

I cry about it because I want to

I cry about it, I cry about it

I cry about it because I want to

If one could hear the song (If one could hear the song)

The sterile voice of God (The sterile voice of God)

Singing cry on, cry on

Cry on, cry on

Cry on, cry on

Cry on, cry on

Cry on, cry on

I cry about it, I cry about it

I cry about it because I want to

I cry about it, I cry about it

I cry about it because I want to