Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee! Sacred Head now wounded Sacred Head with shame weighed down O sacred Head, now wounded With grief
's a whole lot of hurting being going on Well I've been wounded, wounded, wounded This ain't no way to be carrying on You see me wounded, wounded, wounded
an open book, And now my heart is an open wound, And now my life is an open soul for all to see. But help me heal these wounds, They've been open for
mother loves a son feeding me your curious meal ill be home when i know where you come from tenderly cuz its a plural case all our saviours are gone im a wounded
a wounded heart It's a complicated thing, Not an ordinary thing My heart just breaks in two 'Cause I can see you standing there You know that I can't bear Your wounded
The end begins I can't escape as it pulls me further into anesthesia Tear down my sense of conviction Corrupt my soul The end begins In my eyes In my
Why do we shoot our wounded I don't understand once when we were down and out he gave us his hand can't we give back to who has given to us I expect to
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Rather die in your arms than die lonesome Rather die half than die hollow The higher that I climb, the deeper I fall down I'm running out of time so let
heal the wounded of love Any day now time will tell Only love can turn it all around again There's no heart that time can't heal Only time can heal the wounded
Oh, I beg you, can I follow? Oh, I ask you, wanna always Be the ocean, where I unravel Be my only, be the water where I'm wading You're my river running
Don't pull your pants before I go down Don't turn away, this is my time Don't make demands, I don't take none Just say a prayer that it gon' get done
Front and back, you're on my mind, your name is in my ceiling And how I know, I know you're mine and for you are not leaving I hear your shouting, I feel
I know places we can go, babe I know places we can go, babe The high won't fail here, babe No, the high won't hurt here, babe I know places we can go
My wounded rhymes make silent cries tonight My wounded rhymes make silent cries tonight And I keep it like a burning(?) I'm longing from a distance
Eyes wide shut and mouths still feel The needle in my back Cutting through my veins and spirit Making me relax I can't tell if I am living Or just holding
Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of living the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where nobody can save me 'cause the
