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Rapture by Hurt

In the life of the wrong a love lingered on,
Love lingered on to frustration
And if our love is so wrong what should we do alone?
Or am I just a picture in a photograph?
Why are we stuck in this pantomime?
Fearing a god who died?
One who would not deny lovers?
And I don’t care what they say
If what you need is your faith
Then take a look at my face and know.

That till your rapture falls to pieces
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe
Simple things like suffering

Life had gone this way
Life is gone this way

Still in the life of the wrong
We all moved along
Another life evolved to gestation
And so we made our way
With the mistake we made
But she was just a picture from a photograph
So she walked in the baby's room
Knowing what she would do
Leave me in absolute horror
She put her hands on its lips
And gave it one last kiss
And sang some tune that went

Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe
Simple things like suffering

And I would and I would destroy your god
Yes I would if I could destroy your god
Because you’re born again
Until you’re worn again

Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe
Sinful things are suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces

But if this must be
Then burn with me
Anything
Just don’t leave
So find in me room to breathe
Simple things
Suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces

She swore she heard the voice of Jesus
Telling her it was wrong to keep it
And one more thing
It looked like me
Back when it breathed
Rest in peace
Until the rapture comes to meet us.

This song belongs to the band Hurt.