Create in me a clean heart For I have turned my face from You Save us from our ways, oh God, oh God For we have turned away from You Lord have mercy
We could have tongues of angels We could move mountains with our faith We could give everything away But if we don't have love We're left with nothing
My soul cries out My soul cries out for you These bones cry out These dry bones cry for you To live and move 'Cause only You can raise the dead Can lift
Your voice it thunders The oaks start twisting The forest sounds with cedars breaking The waters see You and start their writhing From the depths a song
Out on the farthest edge There in the silence You were there My faith was torn to shreds Heart in the balance And You were there Always faithful, always
Late have I loved You Beauty so ancient, so new Late have I loved You You were within me But I was outside You And it was there that I searched for You
There is no one There is no one like You No one like You Only good things Could ever come from You Even Your judgment Righteous and true And Your name
So hot, so hot This is the sound of the 30's One, two, one, two, three, four Gather round all you rug tatters Because we're going to show you What swing
Ride, ride my see-saw Take this place on this trip just for me Ride, take a free ride Take my place, have my seat, it's for free I worked like a slave
Hey, come on you women, let's do the Jitterbug Swing When you do the Jitterbug swing, you know you will be doing a thing Hey, I can't stand it long, I
Swing the pig iron hammer Swing the big eyed rabbit Baby looks for a girl Baby's mad at the world Hunt it down and snatch and gab it Yeah, catch it in
You've left me with nothing left but questions You left me here not knowing who I am You've left me so much fucking time to hate you You left me with
Mother fuck the way you think, you never made sense anyway Building up to tear it down you're codependent on apathy By design you fucking sterilize so
I wish that you and me would be Inside of a rubber dream I wish we'd walk and I wish we'd swing Down to the sunshine thing I got you and I want my head
I was talking to the mockingbird He says you are the worst he's heard. Bob White! What ya gonna swing tonight? I was talking to the whipporwill He
Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On a-Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby
I've got you under my skin I've got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me I've got you under my skin I'd tried
That's life, that's what all the people say You're riding high in April, shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top,