My Hands 歌词

In the morning my sun will rise And my eyes will help my brother see Straight to you And the preacher's daughter has made it clear She's not coming back home All the people talk about it And tell me exactly where you're wrong All the people talk about it Impressing, impressing everyone I thought I knew, I thought I knew my best side But I couldn't be anymore wrong No I couldn't be anymore wrong than you And I kill, kill, kill Oh God I kill this man inside of me And my father ask me why I try so hard to be his son And my father ask me why I try so hard impressing everyone My eyes were made to see To see your grace My hands to touch, Pick up, and be your stone And the blood on my hands has migrated up Into my tongue, into my tongue And the son on my side Hasn't yet passed me by But it's making the blood in my mouth, The blood in my mouth become dry The blood in my mouth becomes dry