Lyrics
Finding space under broken limbs
A troubled choir singing broken hymns
And I have not met what I call Him
But I will answer his call
And time has me by the neck
As it has us all
So twenty more, sixty more to wait
The quarter pole at a record pace
Finding space under broken limbs
A troubled choir singing broken hymns
And I have not met what I call Him
But I will answer his call
So if I go, fuck a monument
Leave it all for my absent friend
Put a smile on my Father's face
And if I go, let me go with grace
WRITERS
Dylan Hilliker, Isaac Jahns, Lucas Jahns, Wyatt Moran
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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Sadness
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Sexual
