John Wesley The Desperation Angel
I've grown tired
I've grown cold
nothing causes any harm to me
hated things I hold
I can't feel what you give to me
see the skin's burned from my hands
I remember what you promised me
like some desperation Angel
I come running back to you...
My eye have numbed
my words have died
can't witness what I've become
God could burn my eyes
I can't bear you to look at me
is there nowhere I can hide
I hold on to what you promised me
Like some desperation Angel
I come running
back to you
and in desperation Angel
I've come running home to you
trust in me my angel
you'll never know what I've been through
never know what I've been through
no no, never know what I've been through
I'm your desperation Angel
I've come running home to you
and in desperation Angel
I've come running back to you
running back to you
running back to you
running back to you
running back to you
