Texty: Jars of Clay. The Eleventh Hour. Scarlet.

If I was your love
I would want only you
I'd lay at this altar
Give all I am, all that is true

And this old scarlet letter won't keep me from holding you
And there is nothing you can do
Nothing you do
Nothing you do

For love I have scaled the face
Of these kingdom walls
So let down your hair
Let our kiss make, fools of them all

And this old scarlet letter won?t keep me from holding you
And there is nothing you can do
Nothing you do
Nothing you do
Nothing you do
Nothing you do

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

And this old scarlet letter won't keep me from holding you
And there is nothing you can
Oh, there is nothing you can do
No, there is nothing you can do
Can't do