Cataracts

Cut these thorns and kick these stones, and keep those

birds at bay.

Plant deep and dark, and help my heart receive the words

you say.

The words you say are somehow lost on me, they die on

deafened ears; when you open -

Up your mount to speak I hear but I can't hear the words

you say.

Pin me down, and take away this heart of stone, wind and

sound, awake my old dry bones.

Help my heart perceive the light of day. I stumble

through a darkened vale, with a veil -

Cast over me and cataracts, all is black. O, I see but I

can't see the light of day.

I'll fight or run to keep from going under the knife;

don't let me slip away.

'Cause though the blade is sharp, I know you're saving my

life; don't let me slip away.