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For me
Little rivers from my hands
Pool at the bottom of the stairs

My face
Oh, the cities in my eyes
Doves in the sky

Oh, the crack again

The rainwater
Came from father's eyes
He was made of stone

Glorious
Watch as the curtain came down
And wet the hungry rabbits
Flooding the land

My heart
Oh, the twist of cruel cold turn
To wring me free
Dry eyes by the subtle waters' rise

Dirt will crack again
Dirt will crack again
For me   Little rivers from my hands   Pool at the bottom of the stairs    My face  Oh, the cities in my eyes  Doves in the sky    Oh, the crack again     The rainwater   Came from father's eyes  He was made of stone    Glorious  Watch as the curtain came down  And wet the hungry rabbits  Flooding the land    My heart   Oh, the twist of cruel cold turn  To wring me free  Dry eyes by the subtle waters' rise    Dirt will crack again  Dirt will crack again