Misty Edwards - The Harlot (Measure of Love) | Текст песни

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• Misty Edwards
• The Harlot (Measure of Love)

I am broken
I am wounded
I am wretched and ashamed
and a harlot is like a chain around my neck
it's my name

she sings the song of humanity the song of you the song of me

they drag her through the city square
dragging her by her hair
she's kicking screaming and fighting X 2

I'm broken I'm wounded
I'm angry and afraid
and a harlot is like a chain around my neck
it's my name X2

she's faced down
theres tangled hair
everywhere as she's crying in the dust
as the dust turns to mudd on her face

theres tangled hair
everywhere as she's crying in the dust
face down

open up o open up o ground beneath me
how long does it take to stone one harlot down

i know the law as well as they do and i'm guilty, guilty
an adulterer, and i know i know

O will this day never end
how long does it take to stone one harlot

I am broken
I am wounded
I am wretched and ashamed
and a harlot is like a chain around my neck, it's my name

as a congregation of the righteous gather round
they are ready to stone her down X2

and someone from that frenzied mob
shouts out, "let's take her to the teacher
let's test him and see what he will say!"
An an erruption of agreement

as they take her by her hair
they drag her through the city square
theyre dragging her by her hair
she gave up the fight like a limp rag

they drag her through the city square
dragging her by her hair
she's faced down

I am broken I am wounded
I am angry and afraid
and a harlot is like a chain around my neck, it's my name
it's who i am

open up o open up o ground beneath me

it wasn't supposed to end this way
but i am guilty and i know it
i've got so many plans so much to do
but now it's too late
guilty and i know it

face down

-what is he doing-

as the congregation of the righteous gather round
theyre ready to stone her down
they throw her at the feet of a teacher

"dare i look up?
surely they have brought me here to mock me.."

theres tangled hair
everywhere as she's crying in the dust
as the dust turns to mudd on her face

theres tangled hair everywhere she's faced down in the dust
in the mudd
and there is a hush
and the congregation

-what is he doing?-
time stands still

as the court of heaven was seated
there is a great throne of judgement
and there is the harlot and she is me
face down

looking through the tangled hair and the mudd in my eyes
With a grimace i raise my gaze only to realize
i am surrounded by beauty that will never be mine
as regret like a wave came crushing over me

-if i had only known that such beauty was available
if i had only known but now it's too late-

and the accuser of the brethren was pacing back and
forth and back and forth and to and fro
as he spat out his words

he was going back and forth and back and forth
he was listing off my sins one by one
and the thing was he was telling the truth
guilty guilty guilty guilty

and the great count of witnesses and the angels o the angels
looked on the scene

as the accuser of the brethren was going back and forth
glee in his eye
guilty guilty guilty guilty
and resounded to the corridor of eternity in time
like a thunder in my soul

he was right i was guilty
guilty to eternal damnation for my soul
and there was nothing i could there was nothing i could do
face down

face down
couldn't even open my eyes
the regret was so strong

there's a hand on my shoulder
a hand on my shoulder
and i hear a voice
like music in my ear
"dare i look up?"

I couldn't lift my eyes but all i saw
Were those beautiful feet
and i heared that voice like music
music to my soul

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