Church Doors And Skeptics Lyrics

All Get Out Church Doors And Skeptics

I found you holding a nail and a fragile piece of paper.
What a lovely plot, nail it to a door.
Two years later with a bag and a bowl.
What a firm grip. Whats true to you?

You found me holding a record sending calls to your hand
"Let me speak to someone sitting close"
Two years later with the cancer in my heart.
What a self-righteous act of youth.

I hope you(we) figure this out.

There's blood on our shoes and we love this room.
Our brothers hands on our heads, a warm touch and an
honest prayer.