S he mov es with sham eless won der
The perfect crea ture ra rely s een
Si nce some l ie I bro ught the thu nder
When the la nd was god less and free
H er ey es look sha rp and s teady
In to the emp ty parts of m e
S till m y hea rt is hea vy
With the h ate of some o ther ma n's bel iefs
Al ways a well dressed fo r
Who wouldn't spare the wrong
Never for me
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore ignerâ??s God
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
The p urest expre ssion of g rief
W onderin g who I 'll co py
Mu ster i n some te nder ch arm
She feels no control of her body
She feels no sa fety i n my a rms
I 've no lan guage l eft to say it
A ll I do is cra ve to he r
Br eaking if I tr y to con vey it
The b roken lo ve I ma ke to h er
Al l that I've been taught
And every word I've got
Is foreign to me
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore ignerâ??s God
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
The p urest expre ssion of g rief
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore ignerâ??s God
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
The p urest expre ssion of g rief
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore ignerâ??s God
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
Scr eaming the na me
Of a fore igner's G od
The p urest expre ssion of g rief