Precious
Heard my phone was ringing
Left it sitting on my desk
Never went to pick it up
Thought ignoring it would be the best
I knew it was trouble
I didn't want any of this
Guess I had it coming though
Guess there was no avoiding it
She won't tell the things she saw
The violent part, make sure I die
And through this life my spirit draws
From precious wounds and aching sighs
From precious wounds and aching sighs
I never got so far as to fall away from you
The priming coat beneath will catch me if I do
Well the outstretched hands of time will pull me far away
And though I take them calmly, I try my best to escape
But in the days when things were bad
Painted canvas shows our life
And on the page the pictures drawn
With precious blood in crimson lines
In crimson lines
Oh, in crimson lines
Every time I called it was the same old thing (old thing, old thing)
She never shared the facts though I would ask
Again, and again, and again
Oh again and again
Oh again and again
But in the days where things were bad
Painted canvas shows our life
Upon the page the pictures drawn
With precious blood in crimson lines
In crimson lines
Oh in crimson lines
Left it sitting on my desk
Never went to pick it up
Thought ignoring it would be the best
I knew it was trouble
I didn't want any of this
Guess I had it coming though
Guess there was no avoiding it
She won't tell the things she saw
The violent part, make sure I die
And through this life my spirit draws
From precious wounds and aching sighs
From precious wounds and aching sighs
I never got so far as to fall away from you
The priming coat beneath will catch me if I do
Well the outstretched hands of time will pull me far away
And though I take them calmly, I try my best to escape
But in the days when things were bad
Painted canvas shows our life
And on the page the pictures drawn
With precious blood in crimson lines
In crimson lines
Oh, in crimson lines
Every time I called it was the same old thing (old thing, old thing)
She never shared the facts though I would ask
Again, and again, and again
Oh again and again
Oh again and again
But in the days where things were bad
Painted canvas shows our life
Upon the page the pictures drawn
With precious blood in crimson lines
In crimson lines
Oh in crimson lines
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Morgan, Sylvester George Gordon, Patrick Christopher Howell, Paul Crossdale, Sophia Brown
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