| Song Length |
3:39 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Composed |
Subject |
Spirituality |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
BETTER ME
Do -------
Black night, bright day
Doesn't matter any which way
Blood reds, blue blacks
I'm the canvass on which you play
Do -------
Mallet blows, chisels cuts
Like a stone chosen to be struck
Yeah it hurts, don't I know
Fate and folly are the sculptures blows
Do -------
I'm just a lump of clay sittin' on the floor
I'm just an empty frame hangin' on the wall I
'm just a block of wood cut out from a tree I need you -
to shape a better me.... to shape a better me....
Your hands, your face
Fashion me for a better place
You move in mysterious ways
Can't wait till the veil's stripped away
Do -------
I'm just a lump of clay sittin' on the floor
I'm just an empty frame hangin' on the wall I
'm just a block of wood cut out from a tree I need you -
to shape a better me.... to shape a better me....