the faces of a mirror ripple like stirred water my hand pushed through the silver to touch the face of god from my mouth youre always drawing dark sayings from of old im talking like my father and bearing my brothers load bearing my brothers load oh oh oh ill tell the truth to children not dress it up in white the house is one divided the clock cant be turned back the clock cant 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