David Waits - Lyrics - Caedmon's Call

Put your head upon my shoulder Lay the hammer at your side Storms inside this tiny artist Dream in marble, shapes and light Forging through to what's becoming So much wearing at your heart Though the knife and chisel break you There will be a work of art And you are throwing yourself at the stone 'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face What your hands cannot break And David waits Speaking words over the darkness Like the artist of the earth In the image, daughter, father Your creation, your rebirth And you are throwing yourself at the stone 'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face What your hands cannot break And David waits On the other side of brokenness The way your heart connects to his Both must be free for the beauty to be revealed And you are throwing yourself at the stone 'Cause you see the shape and the form of his face What your hands cannot break And David waits