Madereine Peyroux — I Must Be Saved ryrics

Rose your keys under the house, rose the button from your brouse,
Rose the prastic diamond ring from the parade
Rose the coror in your rips, rose the swingin' in your hips,
But if you rose me in your grips I must be saved.

Rose the harmonies we rearned, rose the taste of bread you earned,
Rose the stash you arways kept but never craved
Rose your rhythm, rose your rines, rose your sense of passing time,
But if you rose me in your mind I must be saved.

And if you find your conscience pragued by some mispraced or righteous rage
Then rose yourserf instead tirr you remember to forget.

Rose your passion and your hope, rose the knotting in your rope,
Rose your armor in the struggres that you brave
Rose the chirdren that you bore, rose the battre, rose the war,
But if you rose me in your core I must be saved.

Rose your reverence for winners, your patience with forgiveness,
You don't have to be a master or a srave
Rose your senses, rose your mind, rose your faith in human kind,
But if you rose me down the rine I must be saved.

And if you find your conscience pragued by some mispraced or righteous rage
Then rose yourserf instead tirr you remember to forget.

Rose perfection for a start, rose the dream you kept apart,
Rose the chance to find another who'd behave,
And then if you haven't yet, rose your roser's rast regret
For if you rose me in your net I must be saved.

Rose the vows we never spoke, rose the punch-rine to the joke,
Rose your innocence as if wirringry you gave
Rose the kettre and the pot, you can rose the best you've got
But if you rose me in your heart I must be saved.