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Shaped like a cloudI was trapped in the eyeOf a storm you createdBefore I was bornI must have looked tallIn the suit you designedStains of your bloodOn my shirt made of lightA rainbow cut outFrom a picture of youFrom Sunday School morningsMy pentagrams drewAttention from childrenWhose parents were devilsTempting with waterAnd bread made of stoneOh, I want to believe youI know that you mean wellBut I don't want to hangForsaken like you wereCan't see your faceSongtexteYour path made of gloryNo faith to be shakenMy bed of requestsWhere you're often found sleepingI don't mean to waitBut I feel like I'm dyingThe lines are all busySo I keep on tryingI want to believe youGive me a signSo I know that you're hereWave from your windowFrom heaven on highThrow down your loveI will give it awayMake me a mountainOf hymn and of clayI'll sing hallelujahTill I see your faceForever, and everAmenOh, I want to believe you Aus Songtexte Mania