Love, Salvation, the Fear of Death

Текст песни Sixpence None The Richer - Love, Salvation, the Fear of Death

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
You're so close and you can't even tell
And I'm so wrapped up inside
I don't have much to love

Horrified I reel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedastal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me
I contemplate my lack of love

Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin
Can't speak in tongues and even if I could
It's nothing
Because I cannot love

Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
I'm so close and I can't even tell
I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing
'Cause I don't have much to love
Much to love
Much to love
Much to love