being baptised

Manic Street Preachers

I can close my eyes
Go back to the start and hear the noise
In the city that the rain tried to destroy
I can walk in the room
And bring the sunshine with me
Bring the darkness down on this town

I woke up singing a song
Words of joy and sounds of sorrow
I woke up soaked to the bone
Was I being drowned or baptised

Praying like an angel
And playing like the devil
I can make you breathe, I can make you cry
My music walks in perfect time
With a freedom that breaks the lie
Of a promise that could never keep its word

I woke up singing a song
Words of joy and sounds of sorrow
I woke up soaked to the bone
Was I being drowned or baptised

I woke up singing a song
Words of joy and sounds of sorrow