Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Water water everywhere
And I complain about my thirst
The prescription's in my hand
While the pain I curse
I know the longer
I know the harder
The walk will be
With my calloused feet
And my too tender knees
Stumbled upon the truth
Wished it'd get out of my way
When I see the light
I pull down the shade
If I were as smart as Christopher
I'd find a closet
If I were as weak as Samson was
I'd make a prophet