Finding space under broken limbs
A troubled choir singing broken hymns
And I have not met what I call Him
But I will answer his call
And time has me by the neck
As it has us all
So twenty more, sixty more to wait
The quarter pole at a record pace
Finding space under broken limbs
A troubled choir singing broken hymns
And I have not met what I call Him
But I will answer his call
So if I go, f*ck a monument
Leave it all for my absent friend
Put a smile on my Father's face
And if I go, let me go with grace