Six Pence None The Richer - Bleeding lyrics

Crickets rhythmically sing Their mournful melodies A monotone by request But they fail, they fail To soothe the mess Hands rhythmically grope The sheets again for you And off-rhythm the time slows To make moments eternal Moments eternal Is this some kind of holy test To stitch the treadmarks off my chest To get up and walk outside my head On a holy search for angeltread Now I've lost my fear So I pray that you come near With a million sparkly lights And help me, help me through the night