Unsettled hearts Promise what they can't deliver Bring me the wine And the cold night air to clear my head Gray matter memory house Master of this trembling flesh Steady still my doubts Let me speak the word that precedes bliss Let me speak the word Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word Let me speak the word
These weakened knees Have not touched ground or pew in ages I haven't bowed my head I offer thanks to any God or to ask for favors But watch me now I'm falling down Praying To speak the word that precedes bliss To speak the word To speak the word
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