Prayer Factory (Live At Madison Square Garden)

All the things that I ran from
I now bring as close to me as I can
Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth
My montage of lost things, it's mine
Shiny trinkets of grief

Why don't you give me a call?
Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all
All these work gone to waste
Maybe finally you shut the gate



Credits
Writer(s): Florence Leontine Mary Welch, David Algernon Bayley
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