The whispering in the womb, the tomb
The room where bread was broken
The name was spoken in the garden
And pressed to the screens
The name that walked the winds
And talked the tide
And over-spilled the cups til either side
And all around was Magdalene
And all along the road
The breeze that blows
It bleeds in keys of Magdalene
And him with skin stripped whipped ripped clean
And the stones, the rocks that's thrown
All talk, all tell, all sing Emmanuel
Oh son of man, oh lamb of Magdalene
Magdalene in blue, she's bleeding too
Always she'll bleed for you
The shadows scorching, the blistering of her skin
The thorns you've worn, the swelling round your eyes
The pierced side
The skies forever blackening
For want of him
And she says she's seen the days that's ringing
Ones stood singing 'lectric in your light
And talk of waters walked
And hands linked on the strand, they'll stand all night
They'll sing the words of ones will come, in time
To watch you shake the sun
And shake the sea
And the things they'll do to me
And the things they'll do to ones like you
Who had to do the things they had to do
Forced to kiss your face
Forced to fall through time and space
In rags and ribbons
Begging please
Where's our Gethsemane?
Where's our Gethsemane?
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The whispering in the womb, the tomb
The room where bread was broken
The name was spoken in the garden
And pressed to the screens
The name that walked the winds
And talked the tide
And over-spilled the cups til either side
And all around was Magdalene
And all along the road
The breeze that blows
It bleeds in keys of Magdalene
And him with skin stripped whipped ripped clean
And the stones, the rocks that's thrown
All talk, all tell, all sing Emmanuel
Oh son of man, oh lamb of Magdalene
Magdalene in blue, she's bleeding too
Always she'll bleed for you
The shadows scorching, the blistering of her skin
The thorns you've worn, the swelling round your eyes
The pierced side
The skies forever blackening
For want of him
And she says she's seen the days that's ringing
Ones stood singing 'lectric in your light
And talk of waters walked
And hands linked on the strand, they'll stand all night
They'll sing the words of ones will come, in time
To watch you shake the sun
And shake the sea
And the things they'll do to me
And the things they'll do to ones like you
Who had to do the things they had to do
Forced to kiss your face
Forced to fall through time and space
In rags and ribbons
Begging please
Where's our Gethsemane?
Where's our Gethsemane?
The room where bread was broken
The name was spoken in the garden
And pressed to the screens
The name that walked the winds
And talked the tide
And over-spilled the cups til either side
And all around was Magdalene
And all along the road
The breeze that blows
It bleeds in keys of Magdalene
And him with skin stripped whipped ripped clean
And the stones, the rocks that's thrown
All talk, all tell, all sing Emmanuel
Oh son of man, oh lamb of Magdalene
Magdalene in blue, she's bleeding too
Always she'll bleed for you
The shadows scorching, the blistering of her skin
The thorns you've worn, the swelling round your eyes
The pierced side
The skies forever blackening
For want of him
And she says she's seen the days that's ringing
Ones stood singing 'lectric in your light
And talk of waters walked
And hands linked on the strand, they'll stand all night
They'll sing the words of ones will come, in time
To watch you shake the sun
And shake the sea
And the things they'll do to me
And the things they'll do to ones like you
Who had to do the things they had to do
Forced to kiss your face
Forced to fall through time and space
In rags and ribbons
Begging please
Where's our Gethsemane?
Where's our Gethsemane?
Writer: Aaron McMullan
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