A Plea For Purging

Outside these city walls I sing
while the sparrow sleeps.
These hands couldnt raise any higher.
This heart couldnt find a deeper hole.
With your blood on my hands,
I speak more about you than with you.
The work of my hands is not yet my prayer.
If a song is just a song, will my voice be heard.
You who are so close
if you would ask, then ask
how high could one mans praises raise?
My lips are longing for the kiss of your praises.
Outside these city walls
I sing while the sparrow sleeps.
These hands couldnt raise any higher.
This heart couldnt find a deeper hole
[ While The Sparrow Sleeps Lyrics ]