My eyes are black They've seen the glory My ears are shut They've heard the storm My legs are weak From so much stumbling Down all the days Down all the days My lips are dry They've tasted water My spirit high I hardly touch the ground My heart is heavy It hears the distant firing Down all the days Down all the days Down all the days Down all the days Down all the days Days, days Down all the days Days, days I love to talk Days, days Can you leave me some it to hug Days, days Can you hold me now Days, days I love her hug Days, days Days, days Days The skyline's in the cloud Throw down some winds now Right now I'm only here to see me Come down whenever you want to see me Right on a phone, the holy rose Someone in the street's on fire And I am weary, worthy Wounded, all wrong I love thee, to hold thee I love thee