Keaton Henson - Wounded lyrics
[Keaton Henson - Wounded lyrics]
I would but I'm wounded and so justified
If I could but I'm on will
God knows I've tried
And how late, the murderer
Whom lost his knife
And how safe, the collumnist
Behind his pride
And I would but I'm heartsick
And cannot stand i would but you know me
I'm half a mess and how holy the Vatican
With all it's wealth
And how God damn hard it is
To drink your health
And how fervent the weakness of human skin
And how hard I've tried, my love
To let you in
I would but I'm wounded
If I could but I'm on will
God knows I've tried
And how late, the murderer
Whom lost his knife
And how safe, the collumnist
Behind his pride
And I would but I'm heartsick
And cannot stand i would but you know me
I'm half a mess and how holy the Vatican
With all it's wealth
And how God damn hard it is
To drink your health
And how fervent the weakness of human skin
And how hard I've tried, my love
To let you in
I would but I'm wounded
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