You wear the cloth of finest lands,
The touch of women the toil of hands.
Undress me now before I bend,
From the weight of everyman.
When I'm walking through this world,
I need to hold your hand.
Let me take you on this ride,
I hope you understand,
I'm not asking for a compromise.
You defend, exhume, begin again
It's the riddle of a skeleton.
We're all diseased so count the coupe,
I can't imagine stopping you.
When I'm walking through this world,
I need to hold your hand.
Let me take you on this ride,
I hope you understand,
I'm not asking for a compromise.
So the earth we scorch, we breathe,
Find some comfort on our knees.
You find your worth in words that wind,
Pleasures I don't comprehend.
When I'm walking through this world,
I need to hold your hand.
Let me take you on this ride,
I hope you understand,
I'm not asking for a compromise.
| 1 | Galileo |
| 2 | Watershed |
| 3 | Shame On You |
| 4 | Love Will Come To You |
| 5 | Closer To Fine |
| 6 | Touch Me Fall |
| 7 | Secure Yourself |
| 8 | Don't Think Twice |
| 9 | Blood And Fire |
| 10 | Come On Home |