Cold white crosses
Lay down,
Empty graves
Our burdens,
Built to fade
Cold white crosses
And when we were designed
They blessed us with our curse
These broken lines draw me in
This thorn in my side from my maker
Cold white crosses
And when they press the nail into my palm
And I can feel my worth
These broken lines
Draw me in
This thorn in my side
From my maker
Cold white crosses
