Here It Lies - Emily Jane White

Here it lies a pile of sand

Watch it run out of my hands

Oh across the desert land

This gun it fell out of my hands

So you take the mortal bone

Place it down beneath the throne

Thinking of the king and I

This is not where power lies

All along the road is dim

I found someone to take you in

And though your heart is made of pure sin

Oh the art of dying, oh the eagle flies round

With your heart in its talon

You left your misery on the ground

Here it lies a pile of sand

Watch it run out of my hands

Oh across the desert land

This gun it fell out of my hands

So you take the mortal bone

Place it down beneath the throne

Thinking of the king and I

This is not where power lies