04 – Churches

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.