There's a root in mystery Greater than the sins of Sodom To remove all our history and erase all things forgotten And just we're made of Just what we're made of
We try to envision love, but we aren't able Rejecting the truth that's in our minds, returning to fables We heard from within an inner voice and thought it an angel Inventing a God in our own form in our own minds
To the eye it's a blistering Peering into the world surrounding Taking in all there is to see With even what is clear confounding Just what we're made of Just what we're made of
We try to envision love, but we aren't able Rejecting the truth that's in our minds, returning to fables We heard from within an inner voice and thought it an angel Inventing a God in our own form And something like unto ourselves And not the one who made us We turned away from the one who made us We turned away
We try to envision love, but we aren't able Rejecting the truth that's in our minds, returning to fables We heard from within an inner voice and thought it an angel Inventing a God in our own form and something like unto ourselves And not the one who made us... And not the one who made us... And not the one who made us...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
