I'll set nothing vile before my eyes
And while You're faithful
Oh, that faithless deeds
Wouldn't static-cling, then I'd be grateful
Hem my pants so long, for growing into strong
Down past the shoes
I didn't roll them up to trip everyone up
And then I blamed You
Place Your wind against my sails
Envelope that mails to a prisoner in jail
Will I answer?
Running everywhere 'til my feet are turning bare
You knock on the door
But I rarely cross the floor
Sit around and hope
For some skin that soaks-up soap
Will I answer?
Place Your wind against my sails

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