I've been screaming
confessions in the dark
like some sort of sin
I've been proclaiming to the
heaven, as if you've become
my sunday testimony
but you don't believe in saint
and you don't believe in gods
but I swear when you hold me
your eyes are greater than
all cathedrals
they tell me you believe in miracles
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
I've been screaming
confessions in the dark
like some sort of sin
I've been proclaiming to the
heaven, as if you've become
my sunday testimony
but you don't believe in saint
and you don't believe in gods
but I swear when you hold me
your eyes are greater than
all cathedrals
they tell me you believe in miracles
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