Two Wooden Beams Songtext
What is love?
What is His name?
Who is His son?
Is He okay?
Or was it all
A part of His plans?
The thorns on His brow
The nails in his hands
I'm not perfect, I'm purchased by blood
What is His name?
Who is His son?
Is He okay?
Or was it all
A part of His plans?
The thorns on His brow
The nails in his hands
I'm not perfect, I'm purchased by blood
I gave Him nothing and He gave it all
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Where is love?
Where did it go?
Lately it seems like nobody knows
In a world where money's the game
We traded true love
For pocket change
I'm not perfect, I'm purchased by blood
I gave Him nothing and He gave it all
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Lord knows I've tried
But I can't describe
No I can't define, can't deny oh
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
On two wooden beams
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Where is love?
Where did it go?
Lately it seems like nobody knows
In a world where money's the game
We traded true love
For pocket change
I'm not perfect, I'm purchased by blood
I gave Him nothing and He gave it all
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Lord knows I've tried
But I can't describe
No I can't define, can't deny oh
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
On two wooden beams
