Charlotte Martin - Sweet Chariot Lyrics
Ode to joy, my lover boy's speaking in tonguesAnd the sky's bleeding grayNow I pull my bag o' prayers outI hope to find one to save the dayAnd he judged my love, my lustMy taste with the straightest faceAs I crumple up insideA papier-mache, a shell with no nameSweet chariotCome, come, take me away from my fearSweet chariotCome, I have to get out of hereAnd he took me further than I wanted to goUnderneath his shoeAnd it leaves me hungry for a touch I can't feelA touch he won't doAnd I thought the circle, it had an endI'm old enough to knowMy denial is how we began and how we will endAnd now that I knowSweet chariotCome, come, take me away from my fearSweet chariotCome, I have to get out of hereOh, the blood that's in my veinsSo cold and frozen from the stingsOh, he comes and goes in wavesAm I really here?Sweet chariotCome, come, take me away from my fearSweet chariotCan we leave him a trail of my tears?Sweet chariotIt's been, it's been the longest of yearsSweet chariotCome, I have to get out of here
