The Mountain Goats - Psalms 40:2
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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Pulled off the highway in Missouri and low our hearts were heavy laid
Made for the chapel with some spray paint for all the things we'd held in secret
Lord lift up these lifeless bones
Light cascading through the windows
all the rainbow's heavy tones
He has fixed his sign in the sky
He has raised me from the pit and set me high
Left that place in ruin, drunk on the Spirit and high on fumes
Checked into a Red Roof in stayed up for several hours and then slept like infants
In the burning fuselage of my days
Let me mouth be ever fresh with praise
Each morning new
Each day shot through
With all the sharps small shards of shrapnel
that seem to burst of me and you
Head down towards kansas We will get there when we get there don't you