Church - It Doesn't Change Lyrics
Sinking silk, and burning goldTouch you as the air is turning coldAnother place I look for youThe heights above an almost perfect viewSeeing things just rest a whileAs the tide sweeps out another mileInside the man, the pleasure domeThis is the world that I once called homeStrangers in their ***** skinWaiting for their sweet oblivionClose to you, hear all you sayEven though youre continents awayThe perfumed air, the taste of fearShrug your shoulders and they disappearTake this gift and let it growLet it be all the hope you knowIt doesnt change