And The Golden Choir - The Transformation lyrics

Her perfection isn't fake A way to cover up our mistakes She keeps it high She bears in grace Runs into a field To find a hiding place And she stops at a small old church Stormy wind seems to search For her and her glory She willesly gets drown inside Looks around and catches sight Of a lonely child You carry a pretty light I wanna be Like you You're my utopia Now I am saved I am born again Won't forget my transformation As long as you are with me And very slowly I feel the blame As the recurrent thing Recurrent thing