Oil On Panel (Woven Hand Cover)

The color has left you
No your colors fall
For her no one dreams
I've made a covenant with my eyes

All lust lashes out
When do I blink my love
Blink on illusion
On this warm bed of feathers my dove

Already gone
I never heard [bad word] in
Life not mine to be taken
My mind not mine to be lost

I paint them roughly
I paint them in my sleep
Ira
Gula
Luxuria
Heavy as their holes are deep
Roma
Roma
Where is my country
Wholly in his hands
Worthy in his eye
You and I

I paint them roughly
I paint them in my sleep
Ira
Gula
Luxuria
Heavy as their holes are deep
Roma
Roma
Where is my country

Yeshua
Yeshua
Where you go take me with thee

Roma
Roma
Where is my country
Yeshua
Yeshua
Where you go take me with thee