Besedila: Caedmons Call. Long Line Of Leavers. Prove Me Wrong.

Sometimes I fear maybe I'm not chosen
You've hardened my heart like Pharoah
And that would explain why life is so hard for me

And I am sad that Esau hated
Crying against what faded
Saying, "Father, please, is there any left for me?"

Cast out my doubts, please prove me wrong
'Cause these deamons can be so headstrong
Make my walls fall, please prove me wrong
'Cause this resentment's been building
And burn them up with your fire so strong
If you can before I bail, please prove me wrong

I fear maybe this is all just a game
Our friends and our families all play to
Harness the young and give some comfort to the old

Cast out my doubts, please prove me wrong
'Cause these deamons can be so headstrong
Make my walls fall, please prove me wrong
'Cause this resentment's been building
And burn them up with your fire so strong
If you can before I bail, please prove me wrong
And prove me wrong

Don't let my doubts prove true
And draw me close and hold me near to you
Keep me still until the day you

Cast out my doubts, please prove me wrong
'Cause these deamons can be so headstrong
Make my walls fall, please prove me wrong
'Cause this resentment's been building
And burn them up with your fire so strong
If you can before I bail, please prove me wrong
And prove me wrong