The deacon caught a draft
She crashed into the Easter mass
With her hair done up in broken glass
She was limping left on broken heels
And she said “Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?”
The deacon caught a draft
She crashed into the Easter mass
With her hair done up in broken glass
She was limping left on broken heels
And she said “Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?”
(Checks out)
(Checks out)