There's a silence growing Between the bed sheets of our love Of our love, of our love I'll keep grasping loose ends They are frayed, I'll tie them up Tie them up, tie them up
Love, I feel like I'm a prisoner To a faith I hardly half-believe There is so much shit that I've held onto Could I know, Lord, have I been deceived? Have I been deceived? Have I been deceived?
You say sit with questions Hold them open in your hands In your hands, in your hands But I'm tired and ruined A burdened goat, no promised land
Love, I feel like I'm a prisoner To a faith I hardly half-believe There is so much shit that I've held onto Could I know, Lord, have I been deceived? Have I been deceived? Have I been deceived? Have I been deceived? Have I been deceived?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
