G      Am      F      C
G      Am      F      C

              G         Am            F           C 
In the dawning hour, break of day

                  G                       Am            F           C
strikes an old church tower a mile away.

                G              Am                 F             C
Based on old transcriptions from a song

               G  Am    F
we'll be mining tears from a stone.


                    G      Am      F      C
From a stone

                         G       Am      F      C
Tears from a stone


As the morning daylight enters here
we'll be adding curses to a prayer.
Taking notes down as we go along
we'll be mining tears from a stone.

From a stone
Tears from a stone

You shoot the blame out like a star
that never asked us who we are.
You shoot a wish out to the sky
that never asked us where we hide.
Where we hide.

From a stone.
Tears from a stone.