Walking home so early I hardly trust my eyes. Feel your presence with me. I feel your warmth inside. One day forwards, backwards I fall. Into your arms.
Redemption is all I really need. 'Cause I've been living like a liar and a thief. They say that you spend your lifetime burning. But I spend mine, just turning and turning.
Well, I saw you at the station. It was after the election. Down cast they would call him. Your behavior was a poem. . At the feet of blessed. Your hate burned my hand.