CHURCHES
In all your words
I don’t know where the truth is,
now everyday
I don’t know who you are.
To all your words
I don’t know why I listen,
most of the days
I get lost in my mind.
There’s a time for a change,
let my skin wash away.
Time to let it all go,
Hold my hand where we belong.
In all your words
I don’t know where the truth is,
now everyday
I don’t know who you are.
To all your words
I don’t know why I listen,
most of the days
I get lost in my mind.