You can have all I’ve made and all I’ve ever known,
You can have both my lungs if you ask me so,
‘Cause I want to be the one after your own heart,
And I might doubt the process like I doubted the start.
So I’m begging, oh mercy,
I’m begging, oh mercy.
Downstairs,
I feel better in the cellar,
Down there,
It’s some shelter from the weather,
I wear,
All of my heart on my sleeve,
I’ll take what I believe and I’m hiding it.
Feeling like I’m nothing,
Feeling like I’m run-down,
Was afraid of nothing,
Now I’m just ashamed how,
I hide my face from you.
Oh, what have I become?
Dirty and wretched one,
Am I unholy land?
Have I forced your hand?
You can have all I’ve made and all I’ve ever known,
You can have both my lungs if you ask me so,
‘Cause I want to be the one after your own heart,
And I might doubt the process like I doubt the start.
