There's a bar in the corner of my conscience
Where every song they play is twilight time
I was their favorite fiend and we spoke of love and science
In the damp light and smoky air that made me blind
Oh, how the softest touch can hurt you, oh, so much?
Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair
Oh, my sweet Savior
You filled my bleeding lungs with air
But now You left me here to die
So, I ran away in the rain and I figured I could do it
I didn't mind the heartaches, I was tough
And in a way you could say it seems I almost proved it
I never let them know I wasn't strong enough
But all my darkest dreams made me grow it seems
Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair
Oh, my sweet Savior
You filled my bleeding lungs with air
But now You left me here to die
Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair
Oh, my sweet Savior
You filled my bleeding lungs with air
Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair
Oh, my sweet Savior
You filled my bleeding lungs with air
But now You left me here to die
Oh, my Creator
Oh, my sweet Savior
Oh, my Creator
Oh, my sweet Savior
Oh, my Creator
Oh, my sweet Savior
Oh, my Creator
Oh, my sweet Savior
Oh, my Creator
Oh, my sweet Savior
Oh, my Creator
Oh, my sweet Savior
