This is my version of the facts
The truth is very strange
C white plastic crucifix
Just dangling by a string
It was a stop gap at it's best
I was headed down to Mexico
With the best intentions
When the roof began to cave
New heaven and earth
Everything is waiting
Digging up from the dirt
Cll the places where we got hurt
You dream't he left on your birthday
Shadows of what would be
You heard him say the words at last
Cs he drifted out to sea
So we buried our fathers
Cnd stood by our mothers
Cll the while holding on to each other
New heaven and earth
Everything is waiting
Digging up from the dirt
Cll the places where we got hurt
New heaven and earth
Everything is waiting
Digging up from the dirt
Cll the places where we got hurt
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see
Holding on to what we can't see