The Wooden Cross
Lyrics
Oh, to be not anyone Gone this maze of being skin Oh, to cry not any cry So mournful that the dove just laughs the steadfast gasps Oh, to owe not anyone Nothing to be Not here but here Forsaking equatorial bliss Who walked through the callow mist Dressed in scraps Who walked the curve of the world Whose bone scraped, whose flesh unfurled Who grieves not, anyone gone to greet lame The inspired sky amazed to stumble Where God's get lost Beneath the southern cross
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:04
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 177 BPM