White Stone

The faces of a mirror
Ripple like stirred water
My hand pushed through the silver
To touch the face of God
From my mouth you’re always drawing
Dark sayings from of old
I’m talking like my father
And bearing my brother’s load
Bearing my brother’s load
Oh, oh, oh
I’ll tell the truth to children
Not dress it up in white
The house is one divided
The clock can’t be turned back
The clock can’t be turned back
Oh, oh, oh
Come save the weak and needy
Give justice to the weary
The wanderer is bleary-eyed
The sunlight has grown cold
This one’s for the prisoner
You hear his lonely sigh
I want my white stone
I want my white stone
I want my white stone
I want my white stone
Tell me my name
Tell me my name
Tell me my name
Tell me my name