And with the early dawn
Moving right along
I couldn't buy and eyeful of sleep
And in the aching night under satellites
I was not received
Built with stolen parts
A telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this a cure or is this a diseaseNail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to liveNail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to liveAnd in the after birth
On the quiet earth
Let the stains remind you
You thought you made a man
You better think again
Before my role defines youNail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to liveNail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to liveAnd in your waiting hands
I will land
And roll out of my skin
And in your final hours I will stand
Ready to beginNail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to liveNail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to liveShow me how to live
Songwriters
BRAD WILK, CHRIS CORNELL, TIMOTHY COMMERFORD, TOM MORELLOPublished by
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