Manhattan -

There’s a bar in the corner of my conscience

Where every song they play is twilight time

I was their favorite fiend and we spoke of love and science

In the damp light and smoky air that made me blind

Oh, how the softest touch can hurt you, oh, so much?

Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair

Oh, my sweet Savior

You filled my bleeding lungs with air

But now You left me here to die

So, I ran away in the rain and I figured I could do it

I didn’t mind the heartaches, I was tough

And in a way you could say it seems I almost proved it

I never let them know I wasn’t strong enough

But all my darkest dreams made me grow it seems

Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair

Oh, my sweet Savior

You filled my bleeding lungs with air

But now You left me here to die

Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair

Oh, my sweet Savior

You filled my bleeding lungs with air

Oh, my Creator, in my hour of despair

Oh, my sweet Savior

You filled my bleeding lungs with air

But now You left me here to die

Oh, my Creator

Oh, my sweet Savior

Oh, my Creator

Oh, my sweet Savior

Oh, my Creator

Oh, my sweet Savior

Oh, my Creator

Oh, my sweet Savior

Oh, my Creator

Oh, my sweet Savior

Oh, my Creator

Oh, my sweet Savior