Your neck is craned a lazy quarter
Of the distance down your back
Creating a reason for the blood to go there
To know now my only veins
Are your hands across my back
Where you're resting
Where you, when you rest
Broke from the sins of our shoulders
Run its motors to waters to struggle and end
Now my only veins
Are your hands across my back
Where you're resting
Where you, when you rest
Cried at the funeral because you can go anywhere
To be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours
I'm dying to try to stop the wind
Leave the leaves left, leave and leave
To be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours
It's hours to be where
B is for Bethlehem where Jesus was a fisherman
I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why
Jesus was a fisherman
Fishing men from the Devil's hands
And the Devil was made red to live a damned life
Of the distance down your back
Creating a reason for the blood to go there
To know now my only veins
Are your hands across my back
Where you're resting
Where you, when you rest
Broke from the sins of our shoulders
Run its motors to waters to struggle and end
Now my only veins
Are your hands across my back
Where you're resting
Where you, when you rest
Cried at the funeral because you can go anywhere
To be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours
I'm dying to try to stop the wind
Leave the leaves left, leave and leave
To be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours
It's hours to be where
B is for Bethlehem where Jesus was a fisherman
I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why
Jesus was a fisherman
Fishing men from the Devil's hands
And the Devil was made red to live a damned life
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