At Will
Delilah
a pretty tragedy robed in spirit
disrobed the petals from the bouquet
i found the root of the problem
was only one foot from your mouth
inches from my hands, and i find
my salvation, my
a pretty bouquet
a pretty tragedy
cast into flames
i heard a voice say, why don't you change
how can i die as you rip out my eyes in the
face of my salvation.
From Letras Mania