Jonathan Wilson Enemies
Your enemies
Well they lost their heart
And they lost their groove
Now they're never getting nothing back
They're silly little fools
Well can you love them now?
And can you wish them well?
Until they're only seeing light from you
Once you wished them dead
And you lost your shit
You found a selfless place
Where you've really risen over it
My enemies,
Well they sleep in my bed
And they play my guitars
And they never even call me back
What simple little fools
Always doing what I expected them to do
But in kindness I
I accept them as they are
Lord knows they bite my style
Hardly worth my while
So I help them anyway
With love I wish them
Originality
Well it won't be long now
Till we'll be having a ball
Reunited, cleaned up, found Jesus
Well just look at us all
