Prodigal Dog - Hilary Woods

I heard you returned for my love

With time I’ve toughened up

Your loving was never here

I was worshipping, an imagine of sphere

I know how I made up ways

To heal from the games that you played

At the alter from where you strayed

I was worshipping, some kind of made up flame

Worshipping some kind of made up flame

I was worshipping an imagine of sphere

At the alter from where you strayed

I was worshipping some kind of made up flame

Worshipping an imagine of sphere

Worshipping some kind of made up flame

At the alter from where you strayed

I was worshipping some kind of made up flame