All I'd want from God, is kiss his red hand
Look in his eyes and spit on his face
I've now become a weight on the scales
A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home
I'd want from God, a sleep with no wake
Ironic and true and gaze to the north
Look in his eyes and spit on his face
I've now become a weight on the scales
A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home
I'd want from God, a sleep with no wake
Ironic and true and gaze to the north