The fury in your house should have saved me from the debris of my car And the blood held in my mouth from when my teeth had been knocked out There's always static on the end of the line to heaven So what pain must I endure before you feel like coming down?
Lord, is it true that I am such a waste that I am easy to ignore? No sermon that I've ever sung has ever summoned you So maybe you're not there at all
When I was sick and I was dying I was alone It wasn't empyrean fire guiding my way home Only the voices of my friends My mother and my father You sat in silence Left me crying out for you to take my life
Oh Lord, is it true that I am such a waste That you're ashamed to show your face And grant me just a gleam of grace In even your most sacred of spaces? And if that's the case, then
How could I know peace? How could I know peace? How could I know peace? How could I know peace? How could I know peace? (Should I be afraid?) How could I know peace? ('Cause in the end) How could I know peace? (I know that death will) How could I know peace? (Greet me as a friend) How could I know peace? (Should I be afraid?) How could I know peace? ('Cause in the end) How could I know peace? (I know that death will) How could I know peace? (Greet me as a friend)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
