Tekster: Greenwood. The Hope Dialect. I'm Yours.

Tripping on the cost of forgiveness and rountrip flight
from stubborness to prideful as hell
Up front and sideways with two words spare
(How much can I cover in cash?)
I'm sorry won't cut it or sell.

I fall down in silence and I don't know where I've been,
But I need you there, I need you there, I need you there again
I wrestle with my angels and I struggle with my past,
I push this dagger deep inside, how come you never ask about me

My darkness served up a la mode with chocolate covered lies.
pretty soon I'm gonna be sick
The drunkenness won't leave me and I'm coming off my high,
I need an aviary to flick

As the days all seem to fall behind, children do as you're told.
This isn't Auschwitz or Columbine, how come I still feel so cold?

Father, in your mercy, come answer while I ask.
I'm yours, and I need You here again