Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way I want them Sweet Jesus show me through the Indian paintbrush Faith was
Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good enough to me
Or after all, will I shake my magic 8 ball, it’s bubbling And the brisk walking heartbeat won’t tire me, it keeps me strong Faith was
Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and its good enough to me Pillar of salt, shaker of black Killer of thought, turning my back Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and I’m trying to be humble about it
I like the rain, I like going against the grain Seems to me I’m cutting out a simple pattern
She was weak
Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase each other Sweet Jesus show me the faith cursed upon me
She walked awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
