Lyrics

Count them blessed
The perseverance
We praise, we promise mercy

But I’m afraid of you
And the temptations of our flesh

Dress ourselves in safety nets
Go fishing for those gates

To salvation

Old white kitchen clock keeps ticking
taking stock of tenderness
But the hand’s not sticking to the rest

Wicked waiting in the wings
It only rains on days like this
Like a sponge I soak it up
Waiting for my turn to douse

Nostrils flare as we drink
Though in sin we seem to live
All our obstacles are clear
Nothing can ungrasp the grip

Whoever restrains me,
Restrains the wind…

Run!
Are your legs broken?

You will change me,
I will change you;
Now that we know,
What can we do?

You will change me,
I will change you;
Now that we know,
What can we do?

Resistance is futile
This one’s going to f♬cking hurt.