Charlie Barnes Sing to God song lyrics

How strangely words like this still fit across my mouth

Hung up by the wrists, perfect portrait of myself

Beyond the obvious I've little else to add

To an unfinished poem I'll never understand

Lies from your furthest teeth I bought with gold

Colour me black and blue from mistakes of old

And spare me all the oldest tricks from books I've never read

I've all the solace I will ever need in your own hand

Cover my lips, won't you?

For they know not what they do.

Is it sinful to pray without a cross but for my fingers behind my back?

I was hoping you would find out...

I was hoping you would find out...

I was hoping you would find out...

I was hoping you would find out...

I was hoping you would find out...

I was hoping you would find out...