I should not have hid Where my heart can't follow Cause this grace gets so far And too hard to swallow I've been running from saul, He's been giving chase When I look in his eyes All I see is his face
Are you still on my back After all these years? Chasing my out of hell And my nice veeners
I don't know how you stand When you've got no floor Or how you can breathe With your hands on boards
I just want to be not what I am today I just want to be better than my friends might say I just want a small part in your passion play
Do you hear when I call In the midst of wrong? Do you hear these here words While I sing this song? Are you caught up in me Like I heard you say? Or just some big cashier That I'll have to pay
Compositor: William Richard Fitzsimmons (ASCAP)Editor: William FitzsimmonsPublicado em 2006ECAD verificado obra #6531105 e fonograma #14377636 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM