by John Wesley

 I've grown tired
 I've grown cold
 nothing causes any harm to me
 hated things I hold
 I can't feel what you give to me
 see the skin's burned from my hands
 I remember what you promised me

 like some desperation Angel
 I [bad word] back to you...

 My eye have numbed
 my words have died
 can't witness what I've [bad word]  God could burn my eyes
 I can't bear you to look at me
 is there nowhere I can hide
 I hold on to what you promised me

 Like some desperation Angel
 I [bad word]  back to you
 and in desperation Angel
 I've [bad word] home to you
 [bad word] in me my angel
 you'll never know what I've been through
 never know what I've been through
 no no, never know what I've been through

 I'm your desperation Angel
 I've [bad word] home to you
 and in desperation Angel
 I've [bad word] back to you [bad word] back to you [bad word] back to you [bad word] back to you [bad word] back to you