Skeleton Coast from Woman & God by The Cold Desert

My heart of stone, no wreckin' ball could damage it.
I was in love, but I couldn't manage it.

I was at war, was shipwrecked on a desert shore,
was salted by the sea, was shivered to the core.
I was a man tracin' patterns in the sand.
The Skeleton Coast is a desolate land.

I carried my cross, carried my cross,
don't know what's the use? What's the use
if it don't quench my thirst, if it ain't no good for food?

It seems I can't even just live my life
without somebody askin' what I'm doin' and why.
It's so hard to explain how come I hardly feel like speakin'
when all I got is words and never was no good at preachin'.

I was alone, castaway without a home.
The only human voice I ever hear is my own.
I was a man with cracked and calloused hands
diggin' shelters on the shore. The tide always fills 'em up with sand.

I memorized all my lines, don't know what's the use?
What's the use if they don't bring me hope,
if there's no one here to say them to?

My heart of stone, no wreckin' ball could damage it.
I was in love, but I couldn't manage it.
I built my house upon the rock, no hurricane could damage it,
got so cold at night and I couldn't manage it.

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• Roots Rock
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