Who will penetrate the tightening muscle Who will cut across the thickening skin Who will be the one to reach their hand in and pull out the golden heart
Who will Who will Who will Who will Who will Who will
From all the ashes of all the crashes
Who will be the one be the one
Who will lay me down in green pastures or lead me from the burning sands Who will be the one to lay their cards down and always hold the winning hand
Who will Who will be the one
From all the ashes of all the crashes Who will be the one be the one Who will be the one.