i'm groveling at the foot of redemption
its so quiet, i can barely hear my breath
when will the stars come back again?
i'm waiting; please let them live for me
i handed out little servings of myself
they kept coming, now all i've got is nothing
i never begged for my soul with the devil
i gave it away; please tell me its worth refunding
somewhere right became somehow wrong
and i'd like to pretend i'd do it differently
but i know and you know--i'm not that strong
i'm weak; you really do think too highly of me
can redemption be served upon my weeping brow?
are the cracks in my heart little enough to keep living?
tell me that the stars in my sky will again show
i'm waiting; please let them live, if only for me.