Letra de «Prayer Wheel»
These are the fasting days
Gonna' break our will
Let Christ out of the money box
Let our hearts be still
We'll crawl on our bellies now
And make a wound to heal
Dry blood on the potter's soil is our holy meal
Take a page, print your name Tack it to the prayer wheel Spin it 'til it makes the sound Of a thousand voices crying Every name that's on the prayer wheel Lamentations up to heaven Make some small enough to wear Around our wrists, reminders there Of the promises we made
These are the gathering days Of clouds and pages There are icons on the subway walls Prophets and sages The wheel will stand upon a mound of dust and ashes Our backs are pinned against the wall of thorns and lashes
Now these are the numbered days The final stages We live in caves upon the mountain called The Rock of Ages And there will be no signs Like statues with the bleeding hands Just a fire burning in the soul of every man
These are the promises we made, etc.
Take a page, print your name Tack it to the prayer wheel Spin it 'til it makes the sound Of a thousand voices crying Every name that's on the prayer wheel Lamentations up to heaven Make some small enough to wear Around our wrists, reminders there Of the promises we made
These are the gathering days Of clouds and pages There are icons on the subway walls Prophets and sages The wheel will stand upon a mound of dust and ashes Our backs are pinned against the wall of thorns and lashes
Now these are the numbered days The final stages We live in caves upon the mountain called The Rock of Ages And there will be no signs Like statues with the bleeding hands Just a fire burning in the soul of every man
These are the promises we made, etc.
