Lyrics
Papa’s on his sick bed. Mama’s just been praying. She’s saying a novena asking St. Faustina for some Divine Mercy.
I am not the man that I really could be. It’s funny how I jotted down just two words – “Test me.” Now I’m asking for Divine Mercy.
Justice keep away, justice keep away…I fly in and out of love. Why it is I wonder, I fly in and out of love?