Текст песни Church Doors And Skeptics

I found you holding a nail and a fragile piece of paper.
What a lovely plot, nail it to a door.
Two years later with a bag and a bowl.
What a firm grip. Whats true to you?

You found me holding a record sending calls to your hand
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Two years later with the cancer in my heart.
What a self-righteous act of youth.

I hope you(we) figure this out.

There's blood on our shoes and we love this room.
Our brothers hands on our heads, a warm touch and an honest prayer.