my ear is at my thought
I've heard the news I've heard before
that's why I'm on my knees
the word within
outside the snow make lines
across a naked mind
the church roof's given proof
these lines were made for me
and you
these lines were made for me and you
I feel assured today
my lips would say
on knees I pray
I see a dazzling light
these eyes could prove me right
white lines the smell is on my head
white lines the cup is in my hand
white lines the blood is running down the bridge
white lines the cup is in my hand
my knee is on the stair
Tenderloud
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