Charlotte Martin - Sweet Chariot - Sözleri

Ode to joy, my lover boy's speaking in tongues

And the sky's bleeding gray

Now I pull my bag o' prayers out

I hope to find one to save the day



And he judged my love, my lust

My taste with the straightest face

As I crumple up inside

A papier-mache, a shell with no name



Sweet chariot

Come, come, take me away from my fear

Sweet chariot

Come, I have to get out of here



And he took me further than I wanted to go

Underneath his shoe

And it leaves me hungry for a touch I can't feel

A touch he won't do

And I thought the circle, it had an end

I'm old enough to know

My denial is how we began and how we will end

And now that I know



Sweet chariot

Come, come, take me away from my fear

Sweet chariot

Come, I have to get out of here



Oh, the blood that's in my veins

So cold and frozen from the stings

Oh, he comes and goes in waves

Am I really here?



Sweet chariot

Come, come, take me away from my fear

Sweet chariot

Can we leave him a trail of my tears?

Sweet chariot

It's been, it's been the longest of years

Sweet chariot

Come, I have to get out of here








		
			



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