Love is a foreign word to you. It's something you used to know. Now you're wondering what to do. As the walls come crashing down. . I know someone who wants to rescue you.
Pray for me. As you would a child. In a land. Of oppression. . Millions. Cry around the world. But I cry. In your back garden. . Please pray for me. And I'll pray for you.
I have something that I wanna share with you. I find it so hard to make the words explain. If there was one thing left I could embrace. It'd be your face, it'd be your grace.
The path is paved. With past mistakes. A faceless dance. On the dead in the wake. My heart beats like. A lonely voice. My head is full of noise. . If I had any sense.
Mr Ugandan man Ima, ima hunt you down. Got children killin and pilligin bodies hit the ground. Bodies, bodies hit the ground. Raped and taken from their house.
Fallen beneath Your sky. With nowhere else to run. I've raced across my life. Learning to die. . Trembling beneath You now. I turn towards the sun. I've come this far somehow.
Infatuation is just a waste of time. All my temptations I can try to leave. Behind. But I'm nothing less than human. Emotions keep returning. My mind is willing but my heart is so weak.
If I could hand you a teardrop or two. Would you taste the pain that binds me?. Every single trap that I fall into. Takes a little peace from inside me.
Every time I close my eyes. I hide behind the blackened lies. That follow me throughout my history. . The lives I've touched, the things I've done. The things I know will never come.
I come pulling all the stops. Putting rain on all of this. With the sirens in my sleep. And her sorrow at my kiss. I can't turn away. Or hold a hand to when you pray.