Bring me all the faces as I come unfurled Bring me all the faces of truth I can see the turning of wheels made of birth I can see the turning of you Bring the slumber under 'till Autumn's a whirl I can hear the clapping as everything falls for you
Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds I have all that we need right here in my heart Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds right here in my heart for you now
Bring me all the faces as I come unfurled Bring me all the faces of truth I can hear the turning of wheels made of worlds I can hear the turning of you If I splinter my eyes I can carry you home Then we can all sleep 'till we die
Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds I have all that we need right here in my heart Wash my hands and I'll clean your wounds right here in my heart for you now More from Frank The Baptist