Jesus christ that’s a pretty face.
Kind you’d find on someone that could save.
If they don’t put me away, well it would be a miracle.
Do you believe you’re missing out,
When everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed,
The night’s hard to get through.
And I will die all alone.
And when I arive I won’t know anyone.
Well jesus christ I’m alone again.
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.
Well jesus christ I’m not scared to die.
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after:
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I defy and pull apart?
‘Cause my pride is too sly to hold back all my dark.
And this ship went down at the sight of land.
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
I know you come in the night like a thief,
But I’ve had some time alone,
To hold my life to me.
And I know you think that I’m someone you can trust,
But I’m scared I’ll get scared.
And I swear I’ll try to nail you back.
So do you think we could work out a something.
So I know it’s you and that it’s over, so I won’t even try.
I know you’re coming for the people like me,
But the way I got wooden nails;
It’ll turn into a hate factory.
The way I got wooden nails;
It’ll turn into a hate factory.
The way I got wooden nails.
And we sleep inside of this machine.
