Heal me, mizzling modern mood has moistened me folly statue at day Heal me, mizzling modern mood has moistened me invicible saviour at night
Wash me clean, wash me clean, wash me clean Hold me up, pull me down, steal my dream Eat this war, eat this raw, beat this self A mussed up thought process defends me from its shelf
It's hard to tell that this heaven has just brightened up to loose myself It's hard that you've just brightened up to loose grip on me But's easy to see that a God hides behind such truth of none But's easy to hear that I see that you loose grip on me
Wash me clean Hold me up Eat this war Defend me Wash me clean Defend me from it's shelf
"And they say - the starry choir And the other listening things That Israfeli's fire Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and signs The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings"
Wash me clean, wash me clean, wash me clean Hold me up, pull me down, steal my dream Eat this war, eat this raw, beat this self A mussed up thought process defends me from its shelfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
