Well, I've got a will but I want yours
I've got a growing heap
Of crosses and burdens
I've simply lost heart to shoulder
Simply no strength to liftI've always been a man in need
'Cause I keep stepping in and out
Of the shadowCaught by the drift and pitch
Of whatever it is
That keeps me coming backI want out 'cause I'm getting sick
Sick from all this swerving
Driver, sick from turning on youSomeone show me a hole in this cycle
Show me the way away and I'm coming back
The way I came, no, I've seen this place before
Surely this is no place for the light of this worldOh, how sweet the sound
I know it saved but is it changing a wretch like me
Oh my God, how sweet is the sound
I once was blind but now I just look awayMy bride, I don't want to know
What I'd be without forgiveness
Brushing these adulterous lips