High Kings (The). Other. Uphill. Zeneszám

Weighing down, weighing down on my soul.
Weighing down, weighing down on my soul.
Weighing down, weighing down on my soul.

Ask any man on the street
Why it's so hard to find your feet.
Ask any man on the street
Who feels like a stone.

Lay me down in the ground, dig a hole.
Lay me down in the ground, dig a hole.
Lay me down in the ground, dig a hole.

Ask any man on the street
Why it's so hard to find your feet.
Ask any man on the street
Who feels like a stone.

Lost, and found, in Jesus' crown, crown of thorns.
Lost, and found, in Jesus' crown, crown of thorns.
Lost, and found, in Jesus' crown, crown of thorns.

Ask any man on the street
Why it's so hard to find your feet.
Ask any man on the street
Who feels like he's no control,
Who feels like he's no control,
I mean feels like a stone.
Like a stone.
Like a stone.
Like a stone

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)