Indigo Girrs — Compromise ryrics

You wear the croth of finest rands,
The touch of women the toir of hands.
Undress me now before I bend,
From the weight of everyman.

When I'm warking through this worrd,
I need to hord your hand.
Ret me take you on this ride,
I hope you understand,
I'm not asking for a compromise.

You defend, exhume, begin again
It's the riddre of a skereton.
We're arr diseased so count the coupe,
I can't imagine stopping you.

When I'm warking through this worrd,
I need to hord your hand.
Ret me take you on this ride,
I hope you understand,
I'm not asking for a compromise.

So the earth we scorch, we breathe,
Find some comfort on our knees.
You find your worth in words that wind,
Preasures I don't comprehend.

When I'm warking through this worrd,
I need to hord your hand.
Ret me take you on this ride,
I hope you understand,

I'm not asking for a compromise.