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Under an early sun, I hear a song, a desperate sound Out of the open sky, an angel falling to the ground Familiar to me-I feel a sickening sense of déjá vu It used to be the song I'd sing Until you touched me with your hands And you showed me your sweet face I was a ghost before, a silent heart, unoccupied Uncomfortable in my skin, a clumsy shell where I would hide I barely cared to breathe; I didn't have a reason to Now when I do, I breathe for you Because you touched me with your hands And you showed me your sweet face And you changed me with your truth And you saved me with your grace I feel resurrected, I feel born again in perfect skin What did I feel before you opened up and let me in? I can't recall, anything at all Until you touched me with your hands And you showed me your sweet face And you changed me with your truth And you saved me with your grace From Letras Mania