Man That Saves - Emme Packer
Written by:Emme Packer
I feel cleansed of all these sins
I think that I could meet you at the ocean
The salted sea could wrap my wounds
And take them right on down to the bottom
And there you kiss me open mouth
And swallow all my hopeless doubt
Your tired eyes just fall fast asleep
And all the past hate pain and blame
It could just be swept away
Cuz that's the kind of man that saves
The crooked stones my broken bones
A key and lock to open up the garden
The flowers grow they grow so slow
The wind there makes me feel slightly forgotten
And there you kiss me open mouth
And swallow all my hopeless doubt
Your tired eyes just fall fast asleep
And all the past hate pain and blame
It could just be blown away
Cuz that's the kind of man that saves
So so oh no
We could be the kind of thing
The earth to me take the misery
So so oh no
We could be the kind of thing
The gods in heaven sent a man to bring
They sent a man to bring
I feel cleansed of all these sins
I think that I could meet you at the ocean
The salted sea could wrap my wounds
And take them right on down to the bottom
And there you kiss me open mouth
And swallow all my hopeless doubt
Your tired eyes just fall fast asleep
And all the past hate pain and blame
It could just be swept away
Cuz that's the kind of man that saves