Texty: Tori Amos. Give.
So you heard I crossed over the line
Do I have regrets?
Well, not yet
There are some, some who give blood
I give love
I give
Soon, before the sun
Before the sun begins to rise
I know that I, I must give
So that I, I can live
There are some, some whose "give"
Twists itself to take their mistake
Who, what? what made up the line?
Some say it was pain
Or was it shame?
Soon, before the sun
Before the sun begins to rise
I know that I, I must give
So that I I, I can live
Some, some who give blood
I give love, I give
Soon before the sun
Before the sun begins to rise
I know that I, I must give
So that I, I can live
Do I have regrets?
Well, not yet
There are some, some who give blood
I give love
I give
Soon, before the sun
Before the sun begins to rise
I know that I, I must give
So that I, I can live
There are some, some whose "give"
Twists itself to take their mistake
Who, what? what made up the line?
Some say it was pain
Or was it shame?
Soon, before the sun
Before the sun begins to rise
I know that I, I must give
So that I I, I can live
Some, some who give blood
I give love, I give
Soon before the sun
Before the sun begins to rise
I know that I, I must give
So that I, I can live
Amos, Tori