"Pardon Me" lyrics
"Pardon Me"
Well, I'm distracted
Pardon me
I been running through my own mind
Just trying to hide from me
My legs are shakin'
Knees are weak
Palms are sweating bullets
And I can't unclench my teeth
And all along the thing I needed
Was a peaceful seat at your right hand
And grateful ain't the word to do it justice
I have found the one made for me
And I am through with my tireless endless searching
I have found the place where I am free
Melt to nothing
Fade to black
Fear leaving my body feels just like a heart attack
And love has answered to my call
I was baptized when the floodgates opened up once and for all
And all along the thing I needed
Was a peaceful seat at your right hand
And grateful ain't the word to do it justice
I have found the one made for me
I am through with my tireless endless searching
I have found the place where I am free
And grateful ain't the word to do it justice
And I have found the one made for me
And I am through with my tireless endless searching
I have found the place where I am free
And I have found the place where I am free
Writer(s): Isaac Blaine Gibson
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- 49 Winchester Lyrics
album:
"Change Of Plans" (2026)
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