I make my slow way home Limpin' on broken bones Out of the sickest heart Onto the county lines Onto your wooden stairs I know you can't repair I know you've seen the light I know you'll get me right Right
I own a sinner's heart I know the rain falls hard I know the currency I know the things you'll need I know you say the prayers I see you cut your hair I know you get me right Right
Oh Jesus, I've fallen I don't mind the rain if I meet my maker Clear, Jesus, I don't mind I don't rush the reasons I need my maker To cure me of the sins I love And take me out of my thinning blood Take from me my disbelief I know it should come easily But it remains inside of me It battles and devours me It cuddles up beside of me In whispers, it convinces me I'm Right
Compositor: Christopher Andrew Carrabba (Christopher Carrabba) (ASCAP)Editor: Kobalt Music Services America IncECAD verificado obra #32832896 em 21/Abr/2024