Besedila: Poor Old Lu. A Month Of Moments.

It swept me in, it tossed me out, I fear
And the consequence is clear
Listen to the heartbreak, my dear
And now I sit alone

I count the words in me if you could only see
Sometimes choice is crippling, abide in me

Am I full of pride, or lost inside?
When I stand alone, I am alone
Have not the strength to break this shame
If I hate the sin and let it in
Do I see His arms are open wide?

It?s deafening to hear the ring of sin
And the waves are crashing in
Will I ever, ever win? So take me home

I find these words in me if you would only see
The choice could make you free, abide in me

Am I full of pride, or lost inside?
When I stand alone, I am alone
Have not the strength to break this shame
If I hate the sin and let it in
Do I see His arms are open wide?

And the moment was, or the moment is
Help me stand in the present time
And the moment was, or the moment is