Lyrics Sixpence None The Richer

Sixpence None The Richer

Love, Salvation, the Fear of Death

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell

You're so close and you can't even tell

I'm so wrapped up inside

Because I don't have much to love

Horrified I reel from pits unseen

Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds

As it crumbles down on top of me

I contemplate my lack of love

Come and save my soul

Before it's not too late

I'm not afraid to admit

How much I hate myself

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head

Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin

Can't speak in tongues and even if I could it's nothing

Because I cannot love

Come and save my soul

Before it's not too late

I'm not afraid to admit

How much I hate myself

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell

I'm so close and I can't even tell

I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing

'cause I don't have much to love

Much to love

Much to love

Much to love