Wet Hands - Wet Hands

Churches

I was at the dmv
When the news got to me
There was no one around you
No one left to talk to

You cried out and said lets go
Open doors to your head
There was nothing left in you
No way I could find you

In the halls of churches
Endlessly searching
I prayed for you
Look what the world made you

Hid behind your crimson lies
Born to be on your own
Won't get off that easy
Every night you haunt me

I was losing everyone
Wandering on my own
Every room turning blue
They'll light candles for you

In the halls of churches
Endlessly searching
I prayed for you
Look what the world made you

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Writer(s): John Mcguire
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