Church Doors And Skeptics

(album: The Season - 2011)

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. What's true to you?

You found me holding a record sending calls to your hand
"Let me speak to someone sitting close"
Two years later with the cancer in my heart
What a self-righteous act of youth

I hope
I hope you
I hope
You figure it out, figure it 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

I hope
I hope you
I hope
You figure it out, figure it out

I hope
I hope we
I hope
We figure it out, figure this out