Moon

Tell me twice my good Lord
And I swear on my conscience
They've been buried so long
I am touching the surface, I am
Let the healing begin
I am sifting through glass chards of wisdom pains
And in the fire will be a dying sun
(I will suffer your will again)
(If you tell me twice my good Lord)
With opal shadow hiding by

Everyone sees it and cuts through their own
And I swear I saw the moon move
For in the circle I see
It's crescent shape is out tonight
Glide across the sky with a star at it's side
I had grown to ignore them
If you tell me twice my Lord
Let me bend into the fire
I'm standing here watching the fire grow

And cut through my skin
(I will suffer your will again)
Glide across the sky with the stars all in line
I'm singing about some kind of pain

Sits outside from where the fire burns

Let it dry my skin
All of you huddled in the earth
I swear I'll move through this
And in the fire will be a dying sun
If you tell me twice my Lord
But slowly they surface
Suffer your will again
(If you tell me twice my good Lord)
Tearing them out one by one, one by one
For in the circle I see
I will suffer your will

And I swear I saw the moon move
Suffer your will again

It waits to be part of the fire

For in the circle I see
I swear I saw the moon move
If you tell me twice my Lord
I will suffer your will again
And in the fire will be a dying sun
Let the healing begin