Whitewashed - LILIUM

Kiss a velvet doll

Strung high on the wall

Oak and pine

Mahogany mine

The eyes of mercy they are thine

We look for the better angels of our nature

We look in vain

Speak truth

Cost as it may

Every seeking a narrower way

Ever weak

However strong

They are most beautiful before they’re gone

Whitewashed

Given foothold and license

You snuck in here on a folk song

Try yourself

Do something

Rise from the ground like a flower

Prove to be

Be found to be

What does the lord require

To do justly

To love mercy

To walk humbly on his ground

He does set straight with a glance

Guilt washed down in weeping

Don’t come around my dreams no more

With a fist full of stick

Come in the smile of Elijah

He is the lord and healer of the sick

Les absents ont toujours tort

Les absents ont toujours tort