Paroles de Dirt Preachers

Everything I see is sacred Five point zero holds a spoil Mother mary, rearrange me Help to go through soft soil Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingers Holy one Calling Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingers Holy one Calling I weave myself through the needle's eye With all you weak-willed creatures I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight Come all you queers and dirt preachers Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingers Holy one Calling Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingers Holy one Calling Come all of you to my arms Asking for nothing, asking for anything Come all of you to my arms Asking for something, asking for anything Come all you hungry children to my arms Searching for something, searching for anything Come all you hungry children to my arms Asking for nothing, asking for anything