Fantasticboom - The Flavor of Regret Lyrics

Come for me
I hate to ask you
I might need you to
I'd do the same for you
Come for me
I wouldn't dream of, but at the brink of a season I don't know what
Amen, amen, amen
That's what I meant
Amen, amen
Come for me
It never seemed right
I haven't been quite the open book I implied
Come for me
They never could see my sleeves all wiped clean, all of my closets pristine
Amen, amen, amen
That's what I meant
Amen, amen
Everything that we steal's the flavor of regret and fleeting
It's nothing but to say that
God himself will deal all our bodies long to feel, all the value we could win
It's the marrow of our sin, our chief end