Frank The Baptist All The Faces
Bring me all the faces as I come unfurled
Bring me all the faces of truth
I can see the turning of wheels made of birth
I can see the turning of you
Bring the slumber under 'till Autumn's a whirl
I can hear the clapping as everything falls for you
Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds
I have all that we need right here in my heart
Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds
I have all that we need
right here in my heart for you now
Bring me all the faces as I come unfurled
Bring me all the faces of truth
I can hear the turning of wheels made of worlds
I can hear the turning of you
If I splinter my eyes I can carry you home
If we yield to the times
Then we can all sleep 'till we die
Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds
I have all that we need right here in my heart
Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds
I have all that we need
right here in my heart for you now
