Letras
With my sleeves rolled up
Digging through the drawer
I could not find what I was looking for
I could not find what I was looking for
That silver-handled
Sharpened knife
How did that thought get in my mind?
How did that thought get in my mind?
I can't sing some lonesome tune
That could speak like an open wound
But all my blood could prove
Is my weakness and my need to be made new
To be made new
I work my fingers
To the bone
But I can't pay the debts I owe
No, I can't pay the debts I owe
To show that feeling
In my gut
I display with a bleeding cut
I display with a bleeding cut
I can't sing some lonesome tune
That could speak like an open wound
But all my blood could prove
Is my weakness and my need to be made new
To be made new
Surely God has
Borne our griefs
And through His wounds, we will find peace
And through His wounds, we will find peace
And through His wounds, we will find peace
And through His wounds, we will find peace
And through His wounds, we will find peace
And through His wounds, we will find peace
I can't sing some lonesome tune
That could speak like an open wound
But all my blood could prove
Is my weakness and my need to be made new
To be made new
