| I don't wanna love the way I loved before. |
| I don't wanna love that way no more. |
| What have I been writing love songs for? |
| I don't wanna write them any more. |
| I don't wanna sing from where I sang before. |
| I don't wanna sing that way no more. |
| What have I been singing love songs for? |
| I don't wanna sing them anymore. |
| I don't wanna be that girl no more. |
| I don't wanna cry no more. |
| I don't wanna die no more. |
| |
| So cut me down from this here tree. |
| Cut the rope from off of me. |
| Set me on the floor. |
| I'm the only one I should adore. |
| |
| Oh, take me to church, |
| I've done so many bad things, it hurts. |
| Yeah, get me to church. |
| But not the ones that hurt, |
| 'Cause that ain't the truth. |
| And that's not what it's for. |
| Yeah, take me to church. |
| Oh, take me to church, |
| I've done so many bad things, it hurts. |
| Yeah, get me to church. |
| But not the ones that hurt, |
| 'Cause that ain't the truth. |
| And that's not what it's worth. |
| |
| I'm gonna sing songs of loving and forgiving, |
| Songs of eating and of drinking, |
| Songs of living, |
| Songs of calling in the night. |
| 'Cause songs are like a bolt of light, |
| And love the only love you should invite. |
| Songs of longings, but fulfilled, |
| Songs that won't let you sit still, |
| Songs that mend your broken bones, |
| And don't leave you
me here
alone. |
| |
| So get me down from this here tree. |
| Cut the rope from off of me. |
| Set me on the floor. |
| I'm the only one I should adore. |
| |
| Oh, take me to church, |
| I've done so many bad things, it hurts. |
| Yeah, take me to church. |
| But not the ones that hurt, |
| 'Cause that ain't the truth. |
| And that's not what it's worth. |
| Yeah, take me to church. |
| Oh, take me to church, |
| I've done so many bad things, it hurts. |
| Yeah, get me to church. |
| But not the ones that hurt, |
| 'Cause that ain't the truth. |
| And that's not what it's worth. |
