Salvation Lyrics - Sunday At Devil Dirt - Isobel Campbell

Salvation, salvation 

I never really wanted to believe 

I always thought you flattered to deceive 

Salvation, salvation 

My blood is flowing slowly like the tide 

And blood is thick and so's my own gray hide 

Got to get up and moan 

Got to get up and moan 

Got to get up and moan 

Got to get up and moan 

And I went out in that bad old world to roam 

And I was like a stranger coming home 

Salvation, salvation 

I'm fortune's son and I took what I could get 

I loved you, dear, and I never will forget 

Salvation, salvation 

When my bridges burned, all I saw was you 

On the other side, too good to be true 

Got to get up and moan 

Got to get up and moan 

Got to get up and moan 

Got to get up and moan 

And I went out in that bad old world to roam 

And I was like a stranger coming home 

And I went out in that bad old world to roam 

Yes, and I was like a stranger coming home