Temptation hides. In the space between. Lord, help me fight. This desire for fire. Words can cleanse and purify. Or tear down a pack of lies. In your presence, consequence.
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet. As I conquer all anxiety. The angel told me not to fear. That the power to was in me. For I have learnt the way to pray.
Spent my commission on another diversion. And I don't got no meaning. No purpose left at all. My pastor tells me that my. My light is dimming and I've.
(For only he can heal me). (For only he can heal me). (For only he can heal me). (For only he can heal me) there are times I get to feeling. That this world has stole my grace (for only he can heal me).
Into your eye line. Keep me in your sights. I asked about you. And how to get into your life. Like daylight through a stained-glass window. Our colours run.
Shyness invaded. On the Champs-Élysées. The world was ours then. I had conviction. But you, you had style. Such a lethal combination. The years changed us.
This phenyl tea that you bought for me. Well, it does its magic discretely. I wrote this song for you, it's true. And I'll only have some faith in you.
These sheets of ours. Shield our bodies like a fortress. They keep us safe. From harm. Intertwined. Our bodies lay there like a comma. The arch of your back invites desire.
If you seek explanation. Well, I'm afraid there is not one. See all I have are excuses. My daddy was a hunter and I am my father's son. There was a time for about two weeks.
Every time I go back home. Something's wrong, there's something missing. You're spinning away. From me. I don't bitch, no, I don't moan. But I can't try to fight this anymore.