पवित्र [Holly]
DALLAS AUSTIN, DEBRA KILLINGS
Fooled by the light I cannot see
Take this dying body from me
Fooled by the limit I can't understand
Take my body and hold my hand
Fooled by the light of the canopy
Take me away from the old holly
Leaves falling down from the sky
I'm left here to wonder why
Fooled by the light of the rich and the poor
Take everything that I can't afford
Take all the mules and the loaves of bread
Take all the snakes before they wind up dead
Fooled by the light of memories
I was young at a party
After I flirted with all of the girls
I had a vision like a string of pearls