If Your Light Don't Shine
Those little God-given curls
Caught by the light you put your prayers upon
Why leave your hope at the door to soak?
Is that your break in the clouds?
To watch your chains jingle and shine?
You're either wanting more
Or asking "why would you swim, when you could float?"
Well I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll fall to pieces if your light don't shine whoah oh
Yeah I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll fall to pieces if your light don't shine whoah oh
Yeah it's an overpriced world
It's a prized pig party on a grubby globe
But baby give it a whirl or I'll erode
And you could wash my mouth out with dirt
Or you could write me off in your pencil skirt
Well, I speak discouraging word of the road
And I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll fall to pieces if your light don't shine whoah oh
Yeah I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll go crazy if you throw the fight whoah oh
The cold comfort of the locked up
Keeping those messes mopped up
But for your maker, who could stand in the way?
Caught by the light you put your prayers upon
Why leave your hope at the door to soak?
Is that your break in the clouds?
To watch your chains jingle and shine?
You're either wanting more
Or asking "why would you swim, when you could float?"
Well I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll fall to pieces if your light don't shine whoah oh
Yeah I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll fall to pieces if your light don't shine whoah oh
Yeah it's an overpriced world
It's a prized pig party on a grubby globe
But baby give it a whirl or I'll erode
And you could wash my mouth out with dirt
Or you could write me off in your pencil skirt
Well, I speak discouraging word of the road
And I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll fall to pieces if your light don't shine whoah oh
Yeah I don't mind if you look outside
I ain't the warden in the garden singing Patsy Cline
But I'll go crazy if you throw the fight whoah oh
The cold comfort of the locked up
Keeping those messes mopped up
But for your maker, who could stand in the way?
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Writer(s): Sean Fonda
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