Texty: Hawksley Workman. What Would You Say To Me, Lord?.

Surface pain and the rust broke down
And the galvanized steals around
Chamomile and the treasury bank note fallacies
Oh what can you say?

Broke a back on a the downsize patio
Lanterns all hung in array
Said it once and I'll say it at the alter,
The hymn lines are all gonna change

What would you say to me?
What would you say to me lord, if we both me face to face?

Dog days and the summers at the airport
Managers are gone for the day
Bad times hit the factory knock-offs
Sadness, a balloon that you break
Balance beams cast the runway child
Packed his bags cause he's going to late
Mutant strains hear the message on the cork
Bored to tears with the lines on his face

Rusty on outside
Shabby on the inside
Angels keep a lighting my way

Burned bridges as a boy scout
Cookie crumb dressing up the burns on your leg
Bad timing belled the chorus to the angel food
Cake melt away on your plate
Santa's coming you can hear him in the chimney sweep
Barbecue a nice chunk of steak
God and Jesus and the alley way saints
Don't give a damn about mistakes that you made