There's nothing here; I've been tricked again,
There's so much promise...promise in such a little sin,
It's underhand I understand, but I'm tired of the over and over,
I want to start with a good thing, good thing.
Cover me, hear my plea,
I want to be holy, holy.
I know the need, the lazy speed,
I know it's pulling my soul inside a deepening hole,
But you know I'm screaming out for the real thing, real thing.
Cover me, hear my plea,
I want to be holy, holy.
Cover me, hear my plea,
I long to be holy, holy,
Cover me, hear my plea,
I want to be holy, holy.
