The sky was flat
And the earth was hard
And all we had
We bled for
Forms lose shape
Your distance nears
Was I to blame
For the drought years?
Bitter is the root that grew here
Rotten is the fruit it bore
Twisted is the branch on the fallow ground
Colder than a heart of stone
The shadow's force
Bent my will
Who threw the rock
That echoes still?
On the valley floor
My greatest fear
I faced alone
Through the drought years
Bitter is the root that grew here
Rotten is the fruit it bore
Twisted is the branch on the fallow ground
Colder than a heart of stone