Gregorian - Blasphemous Rumours lyrics

Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists bored with life
Didn't succeed thank the Lord
For small mercies fighting back the tears

Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor and when I die
I expect to find Him laughing laughing

Girl of eighteen
Fell in love with everything found new life
In Jesus Christ hit by a car
Ended up on a life support machine
Summer's day as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor and when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor and when I die
I expect to find Him laughing