| I woke up sick
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| Yearning and thirsty
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| Looking back
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| Shameful and sorry
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| For all the lies I’ve once believed
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| Those days are gone, I know
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| But still I’m lost, dreadful and bitter
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| I always thought, prideful but young
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| I’ll never need love or anyone
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| Now by myself, I bite my tongue
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| For all the pain that I have done
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| I’m some old noisy friend
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| I wish I was somebody else
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| I wish I was somebody else
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| I just need some sleep
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| Some room to breathe
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| Do I wish every sins forgiven now
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| Those days are gone, I know
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| But still I’m lost, shameful and bitter
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| Fallen from grace, I’m Babylon
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| On my knees and outnumbered
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| I always thought, prideful but young
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| I’ll never need love or anyone
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| Now by myself, I bite my tongue
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| For all the joy I’ve left undone
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| I’m some old noisy friend
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| I wish I was somebody else
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| I wish I was somebody else
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| I just need some sleep
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| Some room to breathe
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| Do I wish every sins forgiven now
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| I pray for grace to be revealed
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| For my fearful heart to be set free
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| From His peace I could be healed
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| I’m on my knees…
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| For my fearful heart to be set free
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| Must believe, must believe
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| Those days are gone I know
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| But still I’m lost, mournful and bitter
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| For all the tears I’ve fed my soul
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| On my knees, faded whisper
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| For enemies who called me brother
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| And left me on my knees
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| For every time I failed myself
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| On my knees, on my knees
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| For accusers dressed as lovers
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| Who got me on my knees
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| For every time I betrayed my vows
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| On my knees, on my knees
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| Those days are gone I must believe
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| On my knees, on my knees |