oh, oh I was sifting through the piles In my hand a tangled thread Each patient tug upon the snarl Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh Burdened bands gain strong hands Gaping holes where diamonds should be Must have been the morning that stole them A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters Just as silt grows heavy and drown (guitaretab.com)
