There’s a wind coming off the water
Blowing the coal to a fire
And through the clouds come the choir
Rip a hole in my chest and blow it into me
Rip me from this wreckage
And breath me back to life
Every time’s the last time
But we know better than that
How can you still forgive me?
Still with death and guilt
You gather my scattered suicides
There’s a cry from the earth
This dust that can not hate
I was once given the breath of life
Rip a hole in my chest and blow it into me
Rip me from this wreckage
And breath me back to life
But my shame holds me back
Rip a hole in my chest and blow it into me
Rip me from this wreckage
And breath me back to life
You take my treason and you
Grow trees in your garden and you
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