Leech - Alison's Halo

Flower of your face

I broken simple sentence

I don’t speak

Bleed my plastic pen

With all this empty anger

That’s eating

Fumble for my faith

I’ve lost in chapel sorrows

I don’t seek

Sudden sins apply

They only suck the silence

From in me

Ooh, ah ah

He caresses this out of me

Without ever knowing

I’ve got gods in my head that bleed

With the sound of your sigh

I’m left leeching this life

For the power to be

Imperfectly clean

Saved they often say

From what I’ve always wondered

And I’m waiting

Cut the canon clean

With all the thoughts I’m thinking

And feeling

Ooh, ah ah

He caresses this out of me

Without ever knowing it

I’ve got gods in my head that bleed

With the sound of your sigh

I’m left leeching this life

For the power to be

Imperfectly clean

Ooh, ah ah

He caresses this out of me

Without ever knowing

I’ve got gods in my head that bleed

With the sound of your sigh

I’ve left leeching this life

For the power to be

Imperfectly clean