He evil fell from your pretty mouth
Wrapped in your classic voice
Angelic in your syntax, demonic in your motive
Your pretty eyes don`t know
That the water flowing from this well isn't fresh
Time for surrender
Spread out your open hands
And He will raise you up
Confessing all that's broken
And watch the healing come
Spread out your open hands
Admit you've held them shut
Be swept away by this
(riff)