The Good Book

You were saved by the good book
I was saved by the half full glass
So come on take a good look
'Cause this party will be your last

And they've closed down the old bar
This town's like an empty box
Well, they can't have got that far
'Cause I can still see some swing in the box

When falling feels like flying there's a dangerous hope
'Cause the ground comes at you faster than you'd think
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves
Is where you feel the most at home these days

When you called I was screening
It confused me to hear your voice
It was like I was dreaming
And the ten years became a noise

I could barely remember
Just enough to open the wounds
In the darkest December
I can howl at the early moon

When falling feels like flying there's a dangerous hope
'Cause the ground comes at you faster than you'd think
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves
Is where you feel the most at home these days
Is where you feel the most at home these days



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Gary Lightbody, Iain Denis Archer, Richard William Colburn, Scott Lewis Mccaughey, Garret Noel Lee, Troy Baker Stewart
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