Tiny Town - Fokofpolisiekar

In wrede woede het ek die

Hand wat beheer gebyt

Verwyt myself op harder en

Harder grond neer gesmyt

Dis nou ek wat die leiband lei

Te veel verskeur om sulke

Argumente ernstig op te neem

Miskien is niks soos wat ek dink dit is nie

My greep op my geloof glip gereeld

My wonde wonder waar genesing kom vandaan

Soet slaap sonder sonde vanaand

Miskien is niks soos wat jy dink dit is nie

Jou greep op jou geloof glip gereeld

Jou wonde wonder waar genesing kom vandaan

Soet slaap sonder sonde vanaand

In fierce anger I have the

Hand biting control

Blame myself on harder and

Tossed harder ground

I'm now leading the leash

Too much to tear such

Take arguments seriously

Maybe nothing is as I think it is

My grip on my faith slips frequently

My wounds wonder where healing comes from

Sweet sleep without sin tonight

Maybe nothing is like what you think it is

Your grip on your faith slips frequently

Your wounds wonder where healing comes from

Sweet sleep without sin tonight