Love, Salvation, the Fear of Death - Sixpence None the Richer

well i'm staring straight into the face of hell

you're so close and you can't even tell

i'm so wrapped up inside

because i don't have much to love

horrified i reel from pits unseen

falling off my pedastal of plentiful deeds

as it crumbles down on top of me

i contemplate my lack of love

come and save my soul

before it's not too late

i'm not afraid to admit

how much i hate myself

all these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head

surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin

can't speak in tongues and even if i could

it's nothing

because i cannot love

well i'm staring straight into the face of hell

i'm so close and i can't even tell

i'm so afraid i'll amount to nothing

because i don't have much to love