Pray - The Amazing Devil

My eyes are made of winter and these hands I hold are skin and bone

Oh oh

Our bedsheets thrown, the meals gone cold

I know you, I know you of old

Oh oh

Pray for me oh children pray for what I’ve I’ve I’ve I’ve done

I’ll haunt the very wrinkles of your skin

Pray for me, I’ll run until I begin to understand

What holy men really mean when they speak of sin

Oh oh

Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you

Oh oh

Pray for me cos I won’t pray for

I won’t, I won’t pray for you

If you knew all that I’d done

The words that shone are all but gone

Oh oh

The hearts I’ve broken, the minds I’ve woken

Sweet nothings are screamed not spoken

Oh oh

God made all man in his image

Honey I’m I’m I’m no man

I’m what’s left when children go to war

Run from you, I’ll run until I begin to understand

What holy men really mean when they speak of sand and sons and seams and

symphonies and sweat and sex and sin

Oh oh

Pray for me cos I won’t pray for you

Oh oh

Pray for me cos I won’t pray for

I won’t, I won’t pray for you

Pray for me oh children pray for what I’ve I’ve I’ve I’ve undone

I cannot sleep if all you do is cry

Pray for me, I’ll run until I begin to understand

What holy men really mean when they speak of all that’s been and all that won’t

And all you do and don’t

And why you cannot sleep for sighing

Why womanhood is more than crying

I’m stronger now than you have ever known

The cracks you made I fill with mortar

A broken pot can still hold water

Symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed

With sin and soil and strength and song and all the words that came out wrong

and him