you wear the cloth of finest lands,
the touch of women the toil of hands.
undress me now before i bend,
from the weight of everyman.
when i'm walking through this world,
i need to hold your hand.
let me take you on this ride,
i hope you understand,
i'm not asking for a compromise.
you defend, exhume, begin again
it's the riddle of a skeleton.
we're all diseased so count the coupe,
i can't imagine stopping you.
when i'm walking through this world,
i need to hold your hand.
let me take you on this ride,
i hope you understand,
i'm not asking for a compromise.
so the earth we scorch, we breathe,
find some comfort on our knees.
you find your worth in words that wind,
pleasures i don't comprehend.
when i'm walking through this world,
i need to hold your hand.
let me take you on this ride,
i hope you understand,
i'm not asking for a compromise. |