Sixpence None The Richer - Love, Salvation, the Fear of Death

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Well I’m staring straight into the face of hell
You’re so close and you can’t even tell
I’m so wrapped up inside
Because I don’t have much to love
Horrified I reel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me
I contemplate my lack of love
Come and save my soul
Before it’s not too late
I’m not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself
All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin
Can’t speak in tongues and even if I could it’s nothing
Because I cannot love
Well I’m staring straight into the face of hell
I’m so close and I can’t even tell
I’m so afraid I’ll amount to nothing
'cause I don’t have much to love
Much to love
Much to love
Much to love