Jason Webley february relaxing her fingers after a long winter s grip

Wake up
With only echoes in my arms
Wake up
With echoes in my arms
Echoes in my arms make me empty
Make me empty
Make me empty
Make me empty
And a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen
Yes, a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen
Stand up
Old words are sticking to my lips
Stand up
Sticking to my lips
Sticking to my lips like ashes
Like ashes
Like ashes
Like ashes
And a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen
Yes, a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen
Amen, amen, amen