Quiet Commotion - 12:25

Black dog rambling like a televangelist
But 12:25 is just a number to me
Preachers come home everyday to their family
And face whatever they've got scattered at home
But I learnt how to burn my hand
What I do is all that I am
The local priest is never seen outside of the church
He preaches of what he knows he'll never have
But I learnt how to burn my hand
What I do is all that I am
But I don't know how to hold your hand
What I do is all that I have

Written by:
Daniel Katz

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