Doxology

Where I come from, we don't talk about the waves
Where I come from, we make the same mistakes
Where I come from, asking questions is the same as sin
If you're not looking up to look for God, then why the grin?

God was here, autumn of last year
But just like most of us, he got the hell out of here

Saw a distant breaking sun, between the steeple and the gun
Saw an opening in the clouds, couldn't tell what was peeking down
Yeah

Where I come from, we don't talk about the waves
Where I come from, we make the same mistakes

Make the same mistakes



Credits
Writer(s): Zoe Wynns
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