Jesus Lived In A Motel Room

(álbum: 23 - 2017)

I have to tell you, don't you feel fear
Done telling people no need to say
I have to tell you, why can't you hear?
Anxiety surrounding me

I have to tell you, there's no big deal
It happens all the time
So, honestly, not a thing's to fix

My mama always told me, don't waste a minute
Nirvana how it is
And papa always told me vigilance vivid
Or you will lose what you got

Then they both tried to warn me, closed door falls into silence
I'm drifting too far away
Then it went out of sight and no outlines left

No time to go back, ocean of tears
Before the sailing gonna turn back
Now is the time to go back, time can make or break
Before I slip and realize

Yeah, it's the time to go back, he hasn't figured it out
Guess I should have to go back
Maybe I'm 'bout to go to hell, something's are roaming
It's so hard to put it out

Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
I look for my bible to shore
Think I left my bible around here somewhere
So I go through the table under my bed to figure

No, I should better get down on my knees
Knocking on the heaven's door, it may be hell, it could be
Focus on, to focus, I close my eyes
Then, oh yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
I look for my bible to shore
Think I left my bible around here somewhere
So I go through the table under my bed to figure

No, I should better get down on my knees
Knocking on the heaven's door, it may be hell, it could be
Focus on, to focus, I close my eyes
Then, oh yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Hey