Tekster: Faithless. Sunday 8 PM. Hem Of His Garment.

Wish he was a man
Oh I wish, I could be touched by the hem of his garment
And the dream

To be proud has never been so mean
So hard, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish, I could be touched by the hem of his garment

Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment

Anger should be the tool of a clown
I'm a fool, you see
It's not

Why should such violence, such pain hang between you and me
When love should be a queen on her throne lookin' after her own
I wish, I could be touched by the hem of his garment

Two chairs, this table, one leg, in this house
Seriously, I think we could be
Feel we could be touched by the hem of his garment

Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
Mmm, I've come a long way
To touch the hem of garment