| Lyrics: | (SpringfieldSilverman)
His hair was bible black, face like a priest,
his fingers clutched
the precious box and silent as a dream,
He hid behind his dark sunglasses. You caught your
breath.
You thought he was beautiful. You didn't hear his silent scream,
As he spread the
dead man's ashes.
Your always trying to find your worth
in the eyes of someone new.
You
may not think you need this baby but I think you do
You need religion of the heart,
religion of the heart
(deep in your system)
You're just searching in the dark
For a
reason to believe
You need religion of the heart
You raise your glass, you drink their
wine,
But you're still thirsty all the time,
No miracles tonite, and you'll skip the
midnight masses.
It'll be OK in the cool clear, bright light of the day,
But you just seem
so scattered,
as though nothing mattered baby.
You're always trying to heal yourself in
someone else's skin
Turn the thieves out of the temple baby and let it in
You think that I
am joking, that it all comes down to nothing,
Yeah, and I'm just talking to your fear but I 'm
not,
No, I'm not, and you stand in the field of fire. |
