Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone I could save If they don't put me away Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out That 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 arrive 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 divide and pull apart? Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark And this ship went down in sight of land And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
I know you're coming in the night like a thief (So throw your tongue in mine) But I've had some time, oh Lord, to hone my lying technique (I know it's so hard breathing in alone) I know you think that I'm someone you can trust (And you were right, I know I said you were wrong) But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up (I always said you were wrong) So do you think that we could work out a sign So I'll 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 we all got wood and nails And we turn out hate in factories Yeah, we all got wood and nails And we turn out hate in factories Yeah, we all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
