Mysterious Ways
Craving something new
Something like the truth
It always tastes so bad
Old habits die hard
I'm speaking to your heart
Changing every mind
But speaking outta line
Speaking outta line
Teach me all your ways
Don't let me even stray
My faith cannot think straight
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
Listen to me now
I'm running out of fuel
I'm running out of you
I used to go to church
To mend my thoughts and pray
But the bandages they hurt
How could you blend my love with hate?
So I kept this sin within
Resentment my best friend
Forgiveness is too hard
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
(Hell feels too close)
So I kept this sin within
Resentment my best friend
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
You make no sense to me
You make no sense to me
Put up a front put up a front
Is my soul intact is there any way back?
Always attacking myself, never asking for help
But I need help
I don't wanna go back
I don't wanna go back
Don't need opinions I need facts
Pretending hurts my feelings
But being real also hurts
Gotta get me outta my way
Quality, quality, quality
You can fake
All it takes is imagination to ruin your reality
Reality is overrated
(Dreams are where it's at)
Something like the truth
It always tastes so bad
Old habits die hard
I'm speaking to your heart
Changing every mind
But speaking outta line
Speaking outta line
Teach me all your ways
Don't let me even stray
My faith cannot think straight
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
Listen to me now
I'm running out of fuel
I'm running out of you
I used to go to church
To mend my thoughts and pray
But the bandages they hurt
How could you blend my love with hate?
So I kept this sin within
Resentment my best friend
Forgiveness is too hard
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
(Hell feels too close)
So I kept this sin within
Resentment my best friend
Heaven feels too far
Heaven feels too far
You make no sense to me
You make no sense to me
Put up a front put up a front
Is my soul intact is there any way back?
Always attacking myself, never asking for help
But I need help
I don't wanna go back
I don't wanna go back
Don't need opinions I need facts
Pretending hurts my feelings
But being real also hurts
Gotta get me outta my way
Quality, quality, quality
You can fake
All it takes is imagination to ruin your reality
Reality is overrated
(Dreams are where it's at)
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Writer(s): Ricky Cinema
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