Lyrics

I'll set nothing vile before my eyes And while You're faithful Oh that faithless deeds Wouldn't static-cling Then I'd be grateful Hem my pants so long For growing into strong Down past the shoes I didn't roll them up To trip everyone up And then I blamed You Place Your wind against my sails Envelope that mails To a prisoner in jail Will I answer? Running everywhere 'Til my feet are turning bare You knock on the door But I rarely cross the floor Sit around and hope For some skin that soaks-up soap Will I answer? Place Your wind against my sails