Kitchie Nadal

Well I’m not being polite
I speak of Jesus
I raise my hands up high
I turn myself in

Grace, I surrender to your embrace
Grace, I surrender

I’m sorry that I am not sorry
Like a rebellious child
I wave a flight flag
I turn myself in

[repeat chorus]

You caught a tear in my eye
Just a little dust I reply
What a white liar
I turn myself in

[repeat chorus]

I’ve lost my faith on all the angels and saints
And to you whom we should know
How much we’d suffer for your name