Standard (EADGBE)

 In the dawning hour, break of day

 strikes an old church tower a mile away.

 Based on old transcriptions from a song

 we'll be mining tears from a stone.

 From a stone

 Tears from a stone

As the morning daylight enters here

we'll be adding curses to a prayer.

Taking notes down as we go along

we'll be mining tears from a stone.

From a stone

Tears from a stone

You shoot the blame out like a star

that never asked us who we are.

You shoot a wish out to the sky

that never asked us where we hide.

Where we hide.

From a stone.

Tears from a stone.