La música cristiana es de origen judío: la liturgia musical de la sinagoga, en particular el canto psalmódico de los judíos como unidad poética musical, fue un legado preciado transmitido del Israel antiguo al cristianismo primitivo, como forma de manifestar tanto a nivel personal como comunitario las creencias religiosas y la fe en Dios.
I wish I had the guts to say what's on my mind
I think about it all the time, I think about it all the time
I know I lied, when I said I had to leave tonight and I'm sorry
But I wasn't the arrowhead,
I was the one who drew the bow, but I was being choked to death
I know I lied but I never had the guts to say that I'm sorry
And I know I might have ruined everything
And I'm sick to my stomach,
But I've got to be honest with myself
Things can't always go well
But I wasn't the arrowhead,
I was the one who drew the bow,
But I was being choked to death
I know I lied but I never had the guts to say that I'm sorry
And I just feel so empty on your pillow
(Some nights I don't even close my eyes)
I toss and turn beneath the sheets
(Never felt so hollow in my life)
And if you left I wouldn't care
And if you left I wouldn't care
I wish I had the guts to say what's on my mind
I think about it all the time, I think about it all the time
I know I lied, when I said I had to leave tonight and I'm sorry
But I wasn't the arrowhead,
I was the one who drew the bow, but I was being choked to death
I know I lied when I said I had to leave tonight and I'm sorry
And if you left I wouldn't care
(Some nights I don't even close my eyes)
And if you left I wouldn't care
(Never felt so hollow in my life)