My eyes are made of winter and these hands I hold are skin and bone Oh oh Our bedsheets thrown, the meals gone cold I know you, I know you of old Oh oh Pray for me oh children pray for what I’ve I’ve I’ve I’ve done I’ll haunt the very wrinkles of your skin I’ll run from this, I’ll run until I begin to understand What holy men really mean when they speak of sin
Chorus: Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you
If you knew all that I’d done The words that shone are all but gone Oh oh The hearts I’ve broken, the minds I've woken Sweet nothings are screamed not spoken Oh oh God made all man in his image Honey I’m I’m I’m no man I’m what’s left when children go to war Run from you, I’ll run until I begin to understand What holy men really mean when they speak of sand and sons and seams and symphonies and sweat and sex and sin
Chorus: Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you
Pray for me oh children pray for what I’ve I’ve I’ve I’ve undone I cannot sleep if all you do is cry Pray for me, I’ll run until I begin to understand What holy men really mean when they speak of all that’s been and all that won’t And all you do and don’t And why you cannot sleep for sighing Why womanhood is more than crying I’m stronger now than you have ever known The cracks you made I fill with mortar A broken pot can still hold water Symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed With sin and soil and strength and song and all the words that came out wrong and him.
Chorus: Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you Oh oh Pray for me cos I won’t pray for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
