Bone Garden 歌词

I can throw my hands up Pleading to the sky. I can pound the ground Foot and fist Demanding why. How could they let it end? Never the same again. How could they let it end? Nothing here but pain. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. Winds that scrape Cross the plains Of an old bargain. Driftwood trees Sway and creak In their hard dust beds. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. I can scream in anger; I can cry. But god is just as dead In the end As you or I. How could they let it end? Never the same again. How could they let it end? Nothing here but death. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. Winds that scrape Cross the plains Of an old bargain. Driftwood trees Sway and creak In their hard dust beds. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. Calling all souls. Never be the same. I can throw my hands up Pleading to the sky. I can pound the ground Foot and fist Demanding why. Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Calling all souls. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden.