Worshipers

Worshipers don't only go out on Sundays
Worshipers, alone in the parade
They sing a sad refrain
With joy in their hearts, they wait
Worshipers, they make the most of Mondays
In case Tuesdays never break

Worshipers, they make for strange companions
Worshipers, they're loneliest by day
They set a lonesome sail
The world it whines and wails
Worshipers, they make the most of words
'Cause the words they have could fail

The earth is cold
The earth is hot

Worshipers don't wait for the darkest moments
Worshipers, they know they've seen enough
The day it's never done
The world it can't be won
Worshipers don't stand still 'til the end
The end's already come



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Phillips
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