God Of Small Things

(álbum: Junebug - 2009)

God of all things, god of small things, god of power and might
Did you really make the world in seven days and seven nights?
'Cause I don't know if you exist or if I even care
But when I lay me down to sleep, I'd like somebody there

'Cause it's hard to make sense of this all
And it gets harder with each passing day
But I believe in little things and things I cannot see
In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity
Not that sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place
'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is looking
A calm and silent bliss
A calm and silent bliss

All your people do these days is argue, fuss and fight
Then they fight some more and wipe the blood and say, "At least we know we're right"
How foolishly, how foolishly all good things come undone
How silently, how silently, and now we all are done

But it's hard to make sense of it all
And it gets harder with each passing day
But I believe in little things and things I cannot see
In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity
Not some sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place
'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is watching
A strange and silent bliss
A strange and silent bliss

God of all things, god of small things, god of loss and hope
God of people struggling and people who can't cope
Do you keep your blessings for the rich, the pious and their guns?
Or if you're half the man I hope, you root for everyone
You root for everyone.