After all these implements and texts designed by
intellects we're vexed to find evi dently there's
still so much that hides.
And though the saints dub us di vine in ancient
fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to
pluck from the vine.
I'll try hard not to pre tend
allow myself no mock de fense as I
step into the night.
Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure
out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in
making sense of our lives
The cruel, une ventful state of apathy re leases me
I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out
I'll try hard not to give in
batten down to fare the wind
rid my head of this pre tense
allow myself no mock de fense as I
step into the night
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
la la la la la la
(Repeat this once)
Mercy's eyes are blue and
when she pla ces them in
front of you
nothing holds a roman
candle to
the solemn warmth you feel
Inside
(Couplet instumental)
I'll try hard not to give in
batten down to fare the wi nd
rid my head of this pre tense
allow myself no mock de fense as I
step into the night
La la la la
La la la la
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