time nothing that I can do Knowing your ways and loving your ways But not getting through at all Day after day leaving the past behind Coming to terms with stitches and burns
Well, I've got a will but I want yours I've got a growing heap Of crosses and burdens I've simply lost heart to shoulder Simply no strength to lift I
Translation: As Cities Burn. Thus From My Lips, By Yours, My Sin Is Purged.
Well, I've got a will but I want yours I've got a growing heap of crosses and burdens I've simply lost heart to shoulder Simply no strength to lift I
