Pray
My eyes are made of winter
And these hands I hold are skin and bone, oh whoa
Our bedsheets thrown, the meals gone cold
I know you, I know you of old, oh whoa
Pray for me oh children, pray for what I've, I've, I've, I've done
I'll haunt the very wrinkles of your skin
Pray for me, I'll run until I begin to understand
What holy men really mean
When they speak of sin
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for you
If you knew all that I'd done
The words that shone are all but gone, oh whoa
The hearts I've broken, the minds I've woken
Sweet nothings are screamed, not spoken, oh whoa
God made all man in his image (God made all men)
Honey, I'm, I'm no man
I'm what's left when children go to war
Run from you, I'll run until I begin to understand (run from you, understand)
What holy men really mean
When they speak of sand and sons and seams
And symphonies and sweat and sex and sin
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh oh-oh-oh, oh oh-oh-oh, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for you
Pray for me oh children, pray for what I've, I've, I've undone
I cannot sleep when all you do is cry
Pray for me, I'll run until I begin to understand
What holy men really mean when they
Speak of all that's been and all that won't
And all you do and don't
And why you cannot sleep for sighing
Why womanhood is more than crying
I'm stronger now than you have ever known
The cracks you made, I filled with mortar
A broken pot can still hold water
Symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed
With sin and soil and strength and song
And all the words that came out wrong and him
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
Oh oh-oh-oh, oh oh-oh-oh, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh oh-oh-oh, oh oh-oh-oh, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
(I won't pray for)
And these hands I hold are skin and bone, oh whoa
Our bedsheets thrown, the meals gone cold
I know you, I know you of old, oh whoa
Pray for me oh children, pray for what I've, I've, I've, I've done
I'll haunt the very wrinkles of your skin
Pray for me, I'll run until I begin to understand
What holy men really mean
When they speak of sin
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for you
If you knew all that I'd done
The words that shone are all but gone, oh whoa
The hearts I've broken, the minds I've woken
Sweet nothings are screamed, not spoken, oh whoa
God made all man in his image (God made all men)
Honey, I'm, I'm no man
I'm what's left when children go to war
Run from you, I'll run until I begin to understand (run from you, understand)
What holy men really mean
When they speak of sand and sons and seams
And symphonies and sweat and sex and sin
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh oh-oh-oh, oh oh-oh-oh, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for you
Pray for me oh children, pray for what I've, I've, I've undone
I cannot sleep when all you do is cry
Pray for me, I'll run until I begin to understand
What holy men really mean when they
Speak of all that's been and all that won't
And all you do and don't
And why you cannot sleep for sighing
Why womanhood is more than crying
I'm stronger now than you have ever known
The cracks you made, I filled with mortar
A broken pot can still hold water
Symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed
With sin and soil and strength and song
And all the words that came out wrong and him
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh whoa, oh whoa, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
Oh oh-oh-oh, oh oh-oh-oh, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for you
Oh oh-oh-oh, oh oh-oh-oh, pray for me 'cause I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
I won't, I won't pray for
(I won't pray for)
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Writer(s): Kota Tsukimoto
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