Letra da Música: Love, Salvation Fear of Death - Sixpence None The Richer

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
You're so close and you can't even tell
I'm so wrapped up inside
Because I don't have much to love

Horrified I feel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me

I contemplate my lack of love

Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head