Everything I see is sacred Five point zero holds a spoil Mother Mary, rearrange me Help to go through soouthern 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
Now you yourself go through the needle's eye With all you eating we're creatures I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight Come all you quivers and their 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 fo something, searching for anything Come all you hungry children to my arms Asking for nothing, asking for anything