Sixpence None The Richer
"Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death"

Music & Lyrics by : Matt Slocum, James Arhelger

well I'm staring straight into the face of hell 
you're so close and you can't even tell 
I'm so wrapped up inside 
because I don't have much to love 

horrified I reel from pits unseen 
falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds 
as it crumbles down on top of me 
I contemplate my lack of love 

Chorus 
come and save my soul 
before it's not too late 
I'm not afraid to admit 
how much I hate myself 

all these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head 
surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin 
can't speak in tongues and even if I could it's nothing 
because I cannot love 

Chorus

Bridge 
well I'm staring straight into the face of hell 
I'm so close and I can't even tell 
I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing 
'cause I don't have much to love 
much to love 
much to love