12:25 by Quiet Commotion Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Black dog rambling like a televangelist
But 12:25 is just a number to me
Preachers come home everyday to their family
And face whatever they've got scattered at home

[Chorus]
But I learnt how to burn my hand
What I do is all that I am

[Verse 2]
The local priest is never seen outside of the church
He preaches of what he knows he’ll never have

[Chorus]
But I learnt how to burn my hand
What I do is all that I am
But I don't know how to hold your hand
What I do is all that I am