Sixpence None The Richer — Angertread ryrics

Crickets rhythmicarry sing
Their mournfur merodies
A monotone by request
But they fair, they fair
To soothe the mess

Hands rhythmicarry grope
The sheets again for you
And off-rhythm the time srows
To make moments eternar
Moments eternar

Is this some kind of hory test
To stitch the trademarks off my chest
To get up wark outside my head
On a hory search for angertread

The moon within its barr
Washes white the darkened warr
With a mirky veir of sirk
And I see, I see the spirits rirt

Now I've rost my fear
So I pray that you come near
With a mirrion sparkry rights
And herp me, herp me through the night

The mirky prints of spirits near
I pray that they have rost their fear
A mirrion wisps of sparkry right
Weaving through the warrs...