Prostrate kneeling on the floor
Skin and bone against a board
Nervous brow and sweaty fingers
Dimpled chin against a fist
If this is fate, this is it
Across the lips and hope to linger
Whatever I ask for, you say you'll give
On all of this, my hope is pinned
I offer it up, though I can't see
In all of this, all of this
Return to me
Scared to scream you whisper
Hope to shout, there's no words
Hope the spirit gets it right
With all this intercession
Pray that my confession
Won't blind your will tonight
Whatever I ask for, you say you'll give
On all of this, my hope is pinned
I offer it up, though I can't see
In all of this, all of this
Return to me
I am scared to count the hours
That I have wasted by talking to myself
But a thousand years to you is
Is but a day
That's why I...
Whatever I ask for, you say you'll give
On all of this, my hope is pinned
I offer it up, though I can't see
In all of this, all of this
Return to me
Return
