Holy Water Lyrics by Who Boy
I’d rather choose to be
The storm outside
Cause you can control rage
But just not mine
And that’s the missing piece
I’ve yet to find
It’s not a weathered cliff
It’s a stone too high
Head up soaring my
Hands are folded over
To form the creases
I call my own
Cupped and pouring my
Cup of holy water
Bow the necks of
The true believers
I’m not your enemy
I’m not your strife
Look past the crooked face
The worn out sigh
I make the misery
That I choose to fight
You take your own way
I’ll take mine
Can’t ignore it I’m
Blessed I’m sure it’s over
We’re good at grievance
But not at love
Drops of blood in my
Cup of holy water
Mother of martyrs
Santa Maria
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