I could trace it back

Your arms gone heavy

With a question asked

We shared a memory

I saw what you were hiding

So I told you the truth

But we spoke with silence

As if you couldn’t keep the proof

You called amen

From the living room

Made the air go muddy

All that violence

For what you couldn’t do

In the end we’ll both be running

With the day gone west

You took to old streets

To calm your banging chest

And send your veins to sleep

When you saw tears in my eyes

You reared your other head

Took your shot in the dark and

Hopеd your hurt would hit my glance

You called amen

From thе living room

Made the air go muddy

All that violence

For what you couldn’t do

In the end we’ll both be running

You called amen

From the living room

Made the air go muddy

All that violence

For what you couldn’t do

In the end we’ll both be running