You run with the wind in your face
You stand like a child of grace
And this blood on your hands
Is the wine on your lips
From whose body you've broken
And betrayed with a kiss
We live in a world that we stole
Just like thirty silver pieces we've bought and sold
So when you dream at night of what you love the most
Do you find yourself haunted by the Holy Ghost?
Because I swear I heard a whisper telling me what's right
Saying we're both sinners baby and I'm no Jesus Christ
Is it ever too late to learn what the truth is worth?
Are we too far gone to return to what we loved first?
Because I want to go back to the place that I started before
I can see through the gate but I can't take the heat of the sword
