Two fingers laying softly On my shoulder after Finger touching my skin The angels are mixed up In the kicked up dust Of dirty playing boys…
The orange does kicked up Mixes with pain killing drugs And dead bugs I lay flat And the glass stains my face
And like most of absorvs Passing directionally at my feet I guess I should leave The dust floats down From heaven scraping my face And I breathe it in
I’ve convinced you of My heart is clean of your love Don’t believe a word And i’m sorry i still don’t know god And i’m sorry i’m breaking your heart I will redeem myself
In confidence I give you the freckles on the back of my left hand You kiss them in the evening And the blood runs hot through the fault Line of my veins Of my veins
I’ve convinced you of My heart is clean of your love Don’t believe a word And i’m sorry i still don’t know god And i’m sorry i’m breaking your heart I will redeem myself
I’ve convinced you of My heart is clean of your love Don’t believe a word And i’m sorry i still don’t know god And i’m sorry i’m breaking your heart I will redeem myself
