Frustrated kneeling on the floor Skin and bone against the boards nervous brow and sweaty fingers
Dimpled chin against a fist if this is faith, well, this is it off the lips and hope belingered
Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give on all of this my hope is pinned I offer it up, though I can't see and all of this, all of this, return to me.
He discreetly whispers Hope to shout, there's no words left pray the spirit gets it right
with all this intercession pray that my confession will not blind your will to mine
Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give on all of this my hope is pinned I offer it up, though I can't see and all of this, all of this, return to me. and I become holy....
spare the countless hours that I have wasted by talking to myself but a thousand years to you is but a day that's why I.....
Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give on all of this my hope is pinned I offer it up, though I can't see and all of this, all of this, return to me and I become holy....
