Running Out Here
Song Info
Lyrics
It's natural, this bread we call our soul
But this blood I cannot call divine wine
And not without fear, we worship here
I'm a sacred cow, what's wrong with me now
My money, patience, my time
What have I got left?
And up on that throne, you live alone
You rule from up on high, but the smoke is in my eyes
All of my money. Patience. My time.
What have I got left?
I'm running out here
