Painted Red

If I could not hold a pen

I would write of you on my heart instead

You have bought me with your blood

And I am painted red by your love

Ooh... Ooh... Ooh...

If I could not say a word

My life would speak of love I don't deserve

Hope means holding on to you

Grace means you're holding me too

Ooh... Ooh... Ooh...

Ooh... Ooh... Ooh...