Close to Gold (Live from Chicago)

And I could not tell by the power of
The prophets spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do here
The walk on the water is a blissful fear

The demons and lions bow their heads in shame
The devil appeared and the bible caved
You baptized my grief with a kiss of grace
They cut off my ears and I feel the pain

The pictures are plagued with amazing grace
And Mary had liquor so passionate
i'd kill a man
with fists full
he knew me well

It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, hey
It's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey

I should've known it's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I should've known it's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I should've known it's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

And I could not tell by the power of
The prophet spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do him
Then walking on water is a peaceful fear



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Michael Luppen, Whistler Isaiah Allen, Nathan Todd Stocker, Zach Mark Sutton
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