Right

I've been living in a photograph,
in black and white,
trying to make the colors right.
And when glory and hallelujah didn't fit,
I began to cry,
but you wiped my eyes,
and said baby it will be allright.
It will be allright.

And sometimes I can see your heart through the window in your eye,
and I'm praying to whatever god is listening,
Please let me do this right,
please let me do him right.

Over and over I've been made the fool,
the scarlet letter proved cruel,
nothing more than used.
I've been painted only black,
with graffiti thrown on my sides,
but you brushed off the spite,
and said baby it will be allright,
it will be allright.

And sometimes I can see your heart through the window in your eye,
and I'm praying to whatever god is listening,
Please let me do this right,
please let me do him right.

So love me so hard that it hurts your soul,
that it hurts your soul.
Love me so hard that it hurts your soul,
that it hurts your soul.

And sometimes I can see your heart through the window in your eye,
and I'm praying to whatever god is listening,
Please let me do this right,
please let me do him right.