Paroles de A Petition, a Plea, a Siren (Running)

Deliver him a sentence from the letter you composed That set in writing all Your thoughts, oh, God Sentiment retrieval won’t arouse the minds of sleepers Or curb the way of their descent, oh, God People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah Deliver him a sentence if the judgment's what it takes To sift sacred from profane, oh, God Keep at him, o Lover, with a heavy hand of jealousy And lift the veil that hangs, oh, God People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah Deliver him a sentence from Your mouth and let him witness Both the Lion and the Lamb, oh God Tear him all to pieces so that no one else deceives him Wound to heal demarcate your heart People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah People are running, are running, are running Are running, are running, yeah