C:

C:

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

Praying to your imaginary friend

V1:

Little child,

Do you hear whispers in the dark?

What do they tell you?

Little child,

Heaven's only a breath a way.

Is He calling for you?

C:

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

Giving yourself to your imaginary friend

V2:

Little child,

Do you feel warm hands in the dark?

Where do they touch you?

Little child,

Hell is only a breath away.

Is He still coming for you?

C:

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your knees dirty in that Sunday dress

Giving yourself to your imaginary friends

B:

Little child

(No longer innocent)

Little child

(No longer innocent)

Little child

(No longer innocent)

Little child

(NO LONGER INNOCENT)

C:

You're gonna get your sheets dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your sheets dirty in that Sunday dress

You're gonna get your sheets dirty in that Sunday dress

Giving yourself to your imaginary friend

Giving yourself to your imaginary friend

Giving yourself to your imaginary friend

whispered

(He's not imaginary is he?)