And all these grateful manners

On their way ahead

We’ll pay for saving til it’s all dead

I cannot reach for something

That I can’t feel

I cannot reach for nothing til body’s still

Well some absent father

And his turncoat son

We’ll get together when it’s all done

So put your hands to heaven

Start shouting loud

We’ll fall together and hit the ground

I cannot pray for rain if it won’t fall

I cannot ask forgiveness if I don’t want it all

And so I clench my hands and let it fall

As my home crumbles from the weight of it all

I said holy rollers and Jesus Christ