Corrections and amendments welcome.

In the dawning hour, break of day

strikes an old church tower a mile away.

Based on old transcriptions from a song

we’ll be mining tears from a stone.

Tears from a stone

As the morning daylight enters here
we’ll be adding curses to a prayer.
Taking notes down as we go along
we’ll be mining tears from a stone.

Tears from a stone

You shoot the blame out like a star
that never asked us who we are.
You shoot a wish out to the sky
that never asked us where we hide.
Where we hide.

Tears from a stone.