The Sunshine Factory - Head Becomes The Tomb

Now I raise my hands
in quiet desperation
will I walk on water?
will I touch the sky?
I will wait forever
search until I die
washed so clean and empty
from the barren womb
Head becomes the tomb
Ten pieces of silver
now standing in the fire
I'm the one who needs you
delicate a flower
onward to the temple
the light to gladsome be
washed so clean and empty
from the barren womb
head becomes the tomb