mighty, holy ghost i'm under
pressure carries fast you know
here's the door to your creator
listen to the radio
mighty holy master causing
light to disappear and go
i wrote it back and now i'm asking
something that i should've known

faith does no good, i believe
here, take the line
climb on my boat, row
or float like these dead fish

lay, hoping that you notice i'm here
alive, but not enough
dark times are exactly my fears
do i shine on?

getting to fold my arms
before you
surprise, i'm not a saint

(getting away from my fingers again)
i'm beginning find out love
it starts with your picture
starts when you're all alone
i'm fond of the idea
of becoming a stranger
right at home
oh you sinner
i know what you're feeling
i know that it's getting old
oh the wisdom
i can see that your trying
i can see why your letting go

starving
up there with the best of them
only to catch it all
easy does it now don't curl up
sort these devils out


Lyrics submitted by flushot23

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