If your love could heal
I’d run to the church
And confess my finest secrets
I hope each moment of freedom
Never expires
Your healing sadness
Your slumbering touch
Like precious daylight
After a year of prison
If your love could heal
I’d run to the church
And confess my finest secrets
I hope each moment of freedom
Never expires
Your healing sadness
Your slumbering touch
Like precious daylight
After a year of prison
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