Three years ago
I signed my name
In blood for you
I gave you pain
Now this well has dried
These crops are burning
This desert sand
Is always turning
Slow
Turning slow
This life has slowed
And God is weeping
Three years ago
I found you sleeping
Shown
Now you're shown
In arid rooms
I lie awake
Through dry places
I go seeking rest
Through the rest I'm dry
Asking why
Through the rest I'm dry