Only in days when I am lost
I look in bananaboxes for a cross
and under a heap of junk and warn-out things
lies in dust and blood the King of kings

I confess,I've always let you down
I confess,I confess

There are days when I surrender to my needs
in fact more than days when in prayers I retreat
sometimes belief declines to doubt
and then I wake up with a bad taste in my mouth

I confess,I've always let you down
I confess,I confess

I hear you whisperin' in my ear
I only listen for to make it disappear
a sense of shame and a sense of fear
no noble thoughts involved,it's pretty cold in here

Now I don't know what I'm a-gonna do
maybe live my life,like I'm used to
or maybe walk a straighter line
but I'm afraid that I'll get pushed off all the time

I confess,I've always let you down
I confess,I confess