Stark and therefore more beautiful
So beautiful that it calls out
So beautiful that it calls out
Its striking plainness
The lack of verdant lushness
Low grasses and weeds
Clusters of thorned shrubbery
Sweetened dust and pungent myrrh
Soil is at a premium here
Soil is at a premium here
From shapeless rock
An amphitheatre was chiselled
To glorify important lawmakers perhaps
Or to appease a thunderous oracle
Such a long time ago it was
The rain owns it now
Veils of time cover it
Snow and wind and sunlight
Orators, spectators, their substance altered
Who were they? But they were, once
As you and I were once
You called out to me
I could have touched your heart
But for the stone
You called out to me
I could have touched your heart
But for the stone
