Prelude

I, I left you to sway
its a shame we had to go this far
a shame we had to go at all
and you, your wounds will spill change
and pour forgiveness till it overflows
fill the cups for those who ask for it

He said Son, don't you know it has to be this way
your wounds will bring him life
He said Son, don't you know it has to be this way
so maybe someday