- cifra
Every lie you've ever been sold
The greatest story ever told.
A circling bird of prey,
Above a church on a Sunday.
I wrap myself in you,
A little something that I can cling to.
Oh, there you are my love,
There you are my love.
Rain down through my hands,
Scream out like children,
My heart is a church bell ringing.
You are a shiver,
The gold and the silver,
My heart is a church bell ringing.
Every lie you've ever been sold
The greatest story ever told.
A circling bird of prey,
Above a church on a Sunday.
Rain down through my hands,
Scream out like children,
My heart is a church bell ringing.
You are a shiver,
The gold and the silver,
My heart is a church bell ringing.
To the birds,
To the birds,
To the birds.
To the birds,
To the birds,
To the birds.
You are a shiver,
The gold and the silver,
You are a shiver,
The gold and the silver.
