Gregorian - Blasphemous Rumours Lyrics

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life, didn't succeed
Thank the Lord for small mercies

Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burning in her mind
She takes the blame, it's always the same
She goes down to her knees and prays

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing, laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up on a life support machine

Summer's day as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer's sky
Then came the rain and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing, aah