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.