Wounded World by Jacob's Trouble

Diggin' Up Bones by Jacob's Trouble

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Wounded World
by Jacob's Trouble

Album: Diggin' Up Bones

In a wounded world the scars run deep where dead men walk and the righteous sleep,
And the hammer falls like a drummer's beat.
We pray for dawn but despise the heat.

And it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world.

We hoard the truth like the spoils of war,
We run inside and lock the door behind,
We seldom dare to show our face or venture out from this stained-glass place.

And it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world.

The time is now,
The place is here, where perfect love casts out all fear,
Do we make a stand, or will we hesitate to love our world in the face of hate?

And it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world,
And it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world.