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No Feeling Left (Except for You)

He gave everything he had
There was no feeling left
Except the will to live

He wondered how tears are born
Is it God's hand stirring ocean storms
Or ice melting from a burning fire?
Are they from heaven or hell?

But I know by my own hand salt is born
Preserving my life
Tracing the rust of age upon my face
While I search the mountains to find myself

She said there is none for I have seen it
That is why I lay upon the prairie grass
Hoping the parched earth will call your tears
So that together we may plant ourselves again