Sharpening Bone by Piers Faccini Lyrics

Could have been the tearing sky
Could have been the howling moon
Could have been the slinging stone
If I'd been a sharpening bone

But I never stayed to see
Now it's gone behind for me
And in exchange for a tear
I'll be on my way from here

Could have been the blinding road
Could have been the aching bed
Could have been a warring kiss
If I'd been a clenching fist

But I never stayed for long
Soon as it comes it's gone
And in exchange for a tear
I'll be on my way from here

Made of sorrow made of pain
Child tomorrow child again
Could have been the twisting tracks
Could have been the falling axe
Could have been the slowing train
Could have been the diving rain
Could have been the grinding wheel
If I'd been a closing deal

Now I'll be the first to go
But I'll be the last to know...