Change The View
from No More Than A Window by Poor Rich Folk
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VERSE 1:
Sin is my labor, and death is my wage
But You get every paycheck, and I never get paid.
To live is for Jesus, and to die would be gain
But still You keep me breathing, day after day
CHORUS:
And I know I've earned my death
A thousand times over and over again
But still You keep loving me, loving me
Like holes in your hands.
VERSE 2:
I'm sure You need me like a spear in the side.
So why do you believe me, when You know how i lie?
You're the only one who sees me
Through my foolish disguise
Still You wipe these two by fours
And tears from my eyes.
CHORUS:
And I know I've earned my death
A thousand times over and over again
But still You keep loving me, loving me
Like holes in your hands.
BRIDGE:
You can see right through all the evil things I do
And somehow You still love the view
So won't You get into all that I cannot undo
And somehow change the view.
I'm begging You to change the view.
CHORUS:
I know I've earned my death
A thousand times over and over again
But still You keep loving me, loving me
Like holes in your hands.
Sin is my labor, and death is my wage
But You get every paycheck, and I never get paid.
To live is for Jesus, and to die would be gain
But still You keep me breathing, day after day
CHORUS:
And I know I've earned my death
A thousand times over and over again
But still You keep loving me, loving me
Like holes in your hands.
VERSE 2:
I'm sure You need me like a spear in the side.
So why do you believe me, when You know how i lie?
You're the only one who sees me
Through my foolish disguise
Still You wipe these two by fours
And tears from my eyes.
CHORUS:
And I know I've earned my death
A thousand times over and over again
But still You keep loving me, loving me
Like holes in your hands.
BRIDGE:
You can see right through all the evil things I do
And somehow You still love the view
So won't You get into all that I cannot undo
And somehow change the view.
I'm begging You to change the view.
CHORUS:
I know I've earned my death
A thousand times over and over again
But still You keep loving me, loving me
Like holes in your hands.
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from No More Than A Window,
released May 8, 2005
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