I bend to him
He is the song that makes me sing
He is the sea I want to swim in
I bend to him
I wash my sins
In the water of his eyes
And he hears me when I cry
I wash my sins
He'll take me out when I need to be open
And put me in when I want to be led
Shed
And let him in
I bend to him
And I wish I did not have the anger and the aching
And the ugliness I'm making
I wish I didn't
Pick, pick on you when I'm slipping to sour
When all the leaves have blown down from the trees
Please
With every limb
I bend to him
I blame him first
For the hunger and the thirst
For loving his worst
I blame him first
