P(S)Alms.

Darkenin', forever darkenin' To match the pictures, hangin' on the wall Harkenin', finally harkenin' Your word, has become my call Whose sins are these, I hold my hands You spit in palms, I hope, you understand I didn't want to love you But here I am, Standing in your doorway Losing my Head Ooh, ooh, ooh Burgenin', feelings burgenin' This is h-how, the garden grows I cast my seed and I laid my hand I turned to skies and I pleaded Help me understand, What you want from me I'm not a man I'll be somethin' better than I was before Yesterday Ooh, ooh, ooh