no haven safer
Psalms 40:2
Pulled off the highway in Missouri
And lo, our hearts were heavy laden
Made for the chapel with some spray paint
For all the things we'd held in secret

Lord, lift up these lifeless bones
Light cascading through the windows
All the rainbow's heavy tones

He has fixed his sign in the sky
He has raised me from the pit and set me high

Left that place in ruin
Drunk on the spirit and high on fumes
Checked into a Red Roof Inn
Stayed up for several hours and then slept like infants

In the burning fuselage of my days
Let my mouth be ever fresh with praise

He has fixed his sign in the sky
He has raised me from the pit and set me high

Each morning new
Each day shot through
With all the sharp, small shards of shrapnel
That seem to burst out of me and you

Head down toward Kansas
We will get there when we get there, don't you worry
Feel bad about the things we do along the way
But not really that bad

We inhaled the frozen air
Lord, send me a mechanic if I'm not beyond repair
He has fixed his sign in the sky
He has raised me from the pit and he will set me high
Subtitle
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod
You are sleeping off your demons When I come home Spittle bubbling on your lips Fine white foam

I am young and I am good. It's a hot southern California day If I wake you up, there will be hell to pay

And alone in my room, I am the last of a lost civilization And I vanish into the dark And rise above my station Rise above my station

But I do wake you up, and when I do You blaze down the hall and you scream I'm in my room with the headphones on Deep in the dream chamber And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face Hoping you don't break my stereo Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without And so I think about that and then I sorta black out

Held under these smothering waves By your strong and thick veined hand But one of these days I'm going to wriggle up on dry land.


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