smoking my cigarette til it's burning my fingers/watching the moon burn through the clouds/thinking about suicide and what it all would mean/to my friends, my family, and my lover/thinking you might save me from a demon like myself/when i am constantly surrounded by my failures/a dirty shirt i wore yesterday, an addiction i can't kick/good God, i am not what i want to be
and if You can't save me then who could save me?/i do not feel alive/and if i cannot fix what is easy to be fixed/i think i'd rather die
avoiding my bible like the black death, like a plague/like a junkie that don't want to be cured/this southern weather's got me thinking about snow/about a fireplace by your side/and i'm working my fingers to the bone for money that i will just throw away/maybe the painkillers sitting in my bathroom are the answer to kill the pain
and if i feel like a failure, i must be a failure/surely You can't save a wretch like me/maybe i'm a liar that's been lying to himself/or maybe i am right on the money
i've got five more hours and eighteen minutes/before i can speak again/i've grown so tired of sleeping by myself, of waking to find you're not here/and this loneliness is digging a grave just for me/i will crawl into just before the dawn/and that's where i'll lay my head, for the final time, cold and all alone
but that blood that You spilled it was my blood to be spilled/are You that savior i've been looking for?/i see the sun rising and, my God, you're shining/fill me up with that light/can You forgive what's never been forgiven?/are You that savior i've been looking for?/my God, Your love, it is, the greatest kind of love/something worth living for
and if You can't save me then who could save me?/i do not feel alive/and if i cannot fix what is easy to be fixed/i think i'd rather die
avoiding my bible like the black death, like a plague/like a junkie that don't want to be cured/this southern weather's got me thinking about snow/about a fireplace by your side/and i'm working my fingers to the bone for money that i will just throw away/maybe the painkillers sitting in my bathroom are the answer to kill the pain
and if i feel like a failure, i must be a failure/surely You can't save a wretch like me/maybe i'm a liar that's been lying to himself/or maybe i am right on the money
i've got five more hours and eighteen minutes/before i can speak again/i've grown so tired of sleeping by myself, of waking to find you're not here/and this loneliness is digging a grave just for me/i will crawl into just before the dawn/and that's where i'll lay my head, for the final time, cold and all alone
but that blood that You spilled it was my blood to be spilled/are You that savior i've been looking for?/i see the sun rising and, my God, you're shining/fill me up with that light/can You forgive what's never been forgiven?/are You that savior i've been looking for?/my God, Your love, it is, the greatest kind of love/something worth living for
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