Portrait in Atlanta The House of Love

It's a little like you
To take this mind
And put it in a bowl
It's a little like you
You shape the way I see
You shape my side
It's a little like you

We're a million miles from nowhere
And yet to clutch the sky
I watched a god, the TV
I had to wonder why
A war is never over
A soldier never dies
God is just not in us
There were no crucified

It's a little like you