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Lyrics:
Woman on the screen staring back at me Won’t you ever love me? Give me relief? Sirens want my soul I want their hands to hold Wish their love could be real Wish they’d love me. Chorus: Tired of looking down, too ashamed to look around Love isn’t a feeling, it’s a promise Tired of looking down, too ashamed to see the crown Adorned on the images of God. How come all I see are sirens on the beach? Scantily clad as if they had no sleeves They wanna be respected but don’t wanna be objectified They just wanna be free and also seen. Chorus: Tired of looking down, too ashamed to look around Love isn’t a feeling, it’s a promise Tired of looking down, too ashamed to see the crown Fall from the images of God. Wish I could be married then I might not fall Wish I could be in love with someone who’ll love me til they’re gone Am I the kind of person who will make it to the end? Stuck living inside the walls of Corinth Keeping my eyes on the crown? Tired of looking down.
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