Jonathan Thulin Torches
It’s a cold winter’s night in my soul,
Torches light up the sky like the sun.
They are coming for me, young and old,
‘cause they don’t know, they don’t know.
All the choices I’ve made, let me hear,
Never knew man was something to fear.
Now the witch hunters are joining near,
‘cause they don’t know, they don’t know.
That I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me.
I am waiting, waiting for these wounds to wipe clean.
I have hidden my face far away,
‘cause the flesh on my skin is on display.
They say healing will come if I pray,
But they don’t know, they don’t know.
That I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me.
I am waiting, I’m waiting for these wounds to wipe
clean.
I did not chose my disease,
Please see the flower in the winds.
I did not chose my disease,
Please see the flower in the winds.
I did not chose my disease,
Please see the flower in the winds.
I did not chose my disease,
Please see the flower in the winds.
‘cause I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me.
I am waiting, I’m waiting for these wounds to wipe
clean.
Take out, I’m just waiting, oh.
