a wound is a funny thing
a funny thing
to understand
and love is an empty sling
an empty sling
in the wounded’s hand
the line has always been
has always been
between love and loss
and if that line wears thin
that line wears thin
you move on a cross
she said you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my sacrifice
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my jesus christ
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my sacrifice
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my lamb tonight
time we carefully fill
we carefully fill
to escape our past
well Rome took years to build
took years to build
but it fell fast
she said you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my sacrifice
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my jesus christ
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my sacrifice
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my lamb tonight
those who live to fight
who live to fight
another day
are stars without much light
without much light
to take away
she said you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my sacrifice
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my jesus christ
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my sacrifice
you’re gonna be my lamb
you’re gonna be my lamb tonight