why does the earth give us people to love?
Why does the earth give us people to love?
Then take them away, out of reach?
Why does the earth make us fill up the church
When the answers are beneath our feet?
I've buried old and young
I've watched them lower a saint
We're only waiting our turn
Call that living
Why does the earth give us people to love?
Then give them a sickness that kills?
And why does the earth make us pay for the dirt?
Are you saying the dead pay the bills?
I've buried old and young
I've watched them lower a saint
We're only waiting our turn
Call that living
Like aiming arrows at my eye
Scraping the skin off of my thigh
Trained my corneas not to cry
But they will not obey this time
No, they will not obey this time
When we could barely read, I stood
Beneath your latest masterpiece
You collected colored pencils
And sharpened them when they got weak
But just when you should sharpen me
The angels licensed you to leave
No trace, no teeth
Lead me to the place you sleep
At the age of seventeen
Your knees were weaker than a sheet
And I was just in disbelief
The sight of you was vanishing
We were going to start a band
Hijack my folks' minivan
Actualize our silly plans
The lifelines written in our hands
I'll make a promise to you, then
If we can ever sing again
You sing those high notes high, my friend
I'll sing the low notes in the end
I'll sing the low notes in the end
Then take them away, out of reach?
Why does the earth make us fill up the church
When the answers are beneath our feet?
I've buried old and young
I've watched them lower a saint
We're only waiting our turn
Call that living
Why does the earth give us people to love?
Then give them a sickness that kills?
And why does the earth make us pay for the dirt?
Are you saying the dead pay the bills?
I've buried old and young
I've watched them lower a saint
We're only waiting our turn
Call that living
Like aiming arrows at my eye
Scraping the skin off of my thigh
Trained my corneas not to cry
But they will not obey this time
No, they will not obey this time
When we could barely read, I stood
Beneath your latest masterpiece
You collected colored pencils
And sharpened them when they got weak
But just when you should sharpen me
The angels licensed you to leave
No trace, no teeth
Lead me to the place you sleep
At the age of seventeen
Your knees were weaker than a sheet
And I was just in disbelief
The sight of you was vanishing
We were going to start a band
Hijack my folks' minivan
Actualize our silly plans
The lifelines written in our hands
I'll make a promise to you, then
If we can ever sing again
You sing those high notes high, my friend
I'll sing the low notes in the end
I'll sing the low notes in the end
Credits
Writer(s): Nnamdi Ogbonnaya, Sen Morimoto, Kaina Castillo, Kara Louise Jackson
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