Из альбома: This Is Why We Don't Have Nice Things
I am a song.
I am a melody.
Come sing alongside me.
I am alive in the palm of your hand.
Sing me.
I have been saved, but not by you.
I am the earth showering in the whitewash.
I am the wind between the trees, between your knees, and up your skirt.
Love is a melody, so please come sing alongside me.
It's hard enough just to be living.
Lord, I want to be forgiven.
Love is a melody, but you wouldn't sing a song with me.
Oh, how I want to be in your arms again.