Gray Lines Of Perfection The Face, The Forgery, The Forgotten
Im still staring at the sun
Waiting for your hands to come and rescue me
My heart longs for this tear of forgiveness
Im the perfect failure for you
Make these palms right with your scars
Hold the beauty of this life
And show me purpose.
When the clouds part,
And the light sets
Will the sun still shine
Well line the streets with Crosses
Follow
Follow Me
(Well line the streets with Crosses, Crosses made for you and me, well line the streets with Crosses, Crosses)
Instead of opening hearts
Why dont we open hands
Instead of closing doors
Why dont we make amends
Mother,
Brother,
Killer or Lover?
And we try to live
Past all the sins we did
These Palms bleed for you
In my dreams
I see the world
through childrens eyes
