Stigmata from Monogram #1 by Grant Olding

Stigmata

There’s a burning in my hands,
Takes me to the highest place.
And the redness comes and goes
But I don’t forget his grace.
And I speak out when I can,
I’m a vessel filled with love.
I can tolerate your jibes
Because my strength comes from above.

You can take me anyway you want me.
I’ll be yours of life.

Because I’m bleeding for you now,
Talking out my problems, laying my heart open to you.
Bleeding for you now,
Selling you my secrets, running down the gap between us.
But don’t assume that you know me at all.

There’s a devil in my head,
Tries to tempt me all he can.
But my faith is resolute,
I’m not like any other man.
And I preach the whole day long,
Telling tales of sorry woe.
See I prostitute myself,
Dealing pleasure blow by blow.

You can take this any way you want it.
This is yours for life.

And I’m bleeding for you now,
Talking out my problems, laying my heart open to you.
Bleeding for you now,
Selling you my secrets, running down the gap between us.
But don’t presume that you know me at all.

You can use me any way you want to.
I am yours for life.

And I’m bleeding for you now,
Talking out my problems, laying my heart open to you.
Bleeding for you now,
Selling you my secrets, running down the gap between us.
But don’t presume that you know me at all.
Bleeding for you now.
Bleeding for you now.
Just don’t presume that you know me at all.
You don’t know me at all.
You don’t know me at all.

• Acoustic
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• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Hereford