How can I begin to comprehend my every sin or at least describe it?
I have had it up and down my throat is shoved with voices that can't say enough
It's drowning my own
But I see the sense in its belief
I see the tension underneath
Disfigures my often dying memory
Little boy alone and all
Standing by the altar small and trying for a miracle
Staring at the candle flame
I heard that it will call your name if you have faith
But not a trace
And I see the sense in its belief
I see the tension underneath
Disfigures my often dying memory
When I wake up often wondered, "Did I dream?"
Growing up with minor falls
Major falls have made their calls
A stranger in his own wake
I listened to my mum and dad
The best a child could ever have
I owe it all to them
'Cause I see the sense in its belief
Do you see the tension underneath?
It disfigures my often dying memory
When I wake up often wondered, "Did I dream?"