Whitewashed 歌词

Kiss a velvet doll Strung high on the wall Oak and pine Mahogany mine The eyes of mercy they are thine We look for the better angels of our nature We look in vain Speak truth Cost as it may Every seeking a narrower way Ever weak However strong They are most beautiful before they're gone Whitewashed Given foothold and license You snuck in here on a folk song Try yourself Do something Rise from the ground like a flower Prove to be Be found to be What does the lord require To do justly To love mercy To walk humbly on his ground He does set straight with a glance Guilt washed down in weeping Don't come around my dreams no more With a fist full of stick Come in the smile of elijah He is the lord and healer of the sick Les absents ont toujours tort Les absents ont toujours tort