Sunday Shoes

(album: After - 2015)

You scuffed your Sunday shoes when you leapt the fence
To chase the wolves from your baby sister
Who was eating dirt in the flowerbed
Near the house where your mother hung her head
And wept for the Lord to fill her up
Like buttermilk pancakes at Sunday brunch

The town was swept away in oceans of praise
We talk about how we're headed home
And how we'll all be held in the arms of
The most selfless love
And the good that we have all done is already written down
And we shall all become a phenomenon

You scuffed your Sunday shoes when you leapt the fence
To save your sister from those hungry wolves
But you fell the wrong way, yeah you broke your leg
And now the animals are turning their heads
They're turning, no, now they're turning back
They're turning back
To take you to their den and lick your bones
To take you down to their home and kiss all on your bones
But don't be afraid to go with them
Don't be afraid to be carried home
The sky, it will open up, it will swallow you whole
But don't worry, my love, it will feel so nice on your soul
So nice on your soul

And you will be laid to rest by gentle hands
And you will be sorely missed by your mother and your father
And you, you will become your most favorite color
You, you will become your most favorite color

And like the dinosaurs discovered, and laid to rest
Like the dinosaurs puzzled over, and laid to rest
Like the dinosaurs pieced back together, and laid to rest
Don't you fret for your baby sister now