Capo on 3 Intro: Made of clay Shoot me down I?ll ricochet to the ground Words of paint Draw me out And fill me in with your mouth And ho---old your tongue And I know it?s over before it?s begun I lost my way So help me out And lend your hand ?til I am found My voice is mute Not to be heard So it?s up to you For you to bring those words I......I...I And I.....I..I Have come undone For the last time This grief you give It takes it?s toll It dries my heart and drowns my so-oul I am a tree Whose branch you broke The brittle wood has turned stones oh I......I...I And I.....I..I Have come undone For the last time For the last time For the last time I......I...I And I.....I..I Have come undone For the last time For the last time For the last time Outro-