Starch of your collar, it makes me leery
Bruised knees bend with weight so weary
Stained glass peering down upon stained lips
Come inside and ease your heart
You can confide, can please a part
In here, your canvas cleans... the paint can chip
Thighs pressed wet with breath and sweat
Dripping disdain for the man that I've met
Her voice, it shakes then becomes louder
But what comes out would wilt this flower
Just become, so safe from the sound and the skeptical
Scratch every sin into the wall, insure they are legible
I came to make contact, his solution is contract, red tape with fine print
All right in the confessional
Damascus Rose, it steals my air
Parched words in throat, trip over prayer
Eyes pressed shut, where is He who would always be
We could parlay from the beginning
Just testify your deepest sinning
A conduit, so absolute... so free
It's here in the quiet
When the screaming becomes silent
I swear I can hear
All right in the confessional
Sunday Afternoon - The Confessional Lyrics
Sunday Afternoon - The Confessional Lyrics
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Starch of your collar, it makes me leery
Bruised knees bend with weight so weary
Stained glass peering down upon stained lips
Come inside and ease your heart
You can confide, can please a part
In here, your canvas cleans... the paint can chip
Thighs pressed wet with breath and sweat
Dripping disdain for the man that I've met
Her voice, it shakes then becomes louder
But what comes out would wilt this flower
Just become, so safe from the sound and the skeptical
Scratch every sin into the wall, insure they are legible
I came to make contact, his solution is contract, red tape with fine print
All right in the confessional
Damascus Rose, it steals my air
Parched words in throat, trip over prayer
Eyes pressed shut, where is He who would always be
We could parlay from the beginning
Just testify your deepest sinning
A conduit, so absolute... so free
It's here in the quiet
When the screaming becomes silent
I swear I can hear
All right in the confessional
Bruised knees bend with weight so weary
Stained glass peering down upon stained lips
Come inside and ease your heart
You can confide, can please a part
In here, your canvas cleans... the paint can chip
Thighs pressed wet with breath and sweat
Dripping disdain for the man that I've met
Her voice, it shakes then becomes louder
But what comes out would wilt this flower
Just become, so safe from the sound and the skeptical
Scratch every sin into the wall, insure they are legible
I came to make contact, his solution is contract, red tape with fine print
All right in the confessional
Damascus Rose, it steals my air
Parched words in throat, trip over prayer
Eyes pressed shut, where is He who would always be
We could parlay from the beginning
Just testify your deepest sinning
A conduit, so absolute... so free
It's here in the quiet
When the screaming becomes silent
I swear I can hear
All right in the confessional
Writer: Mickey Lyons
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