Despite the Jesus stuff, I'm in love with this song.
Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face,
the kind you’d find on someone that could save.
If they don’t put me away,
well it’ll be a miracle.
Do you believe you’re missing out?
Everything good is happ’ning somewhere else.
But with nobody in your bed,
the night’s hard to get through.
And I, will die, all alone.
And when I, arrive, I won’t know anyone.
Well Jesus Christ I’m alone again,
so what did you do those three days you were dead?
‘Cuz this problem’s gonna last,
more than the weekend.
Well Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die,
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after.
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I, divide, and fall apart?
‘Cuz my bright, is too sly, to hold back all my dark.
And the ship, went down, in sight of land.
And at the gates, does Thomas, ask to see my hands?
I know you'll come in the night like a thief.
But I’ve had some time alone, to hold my lions at bay.
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust.
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up(and you won't know).
So do you think that we could work out a psalm?
So I’ll know it’s you and that it's over so I won't even try.
I know you’re coming for the people like me.
We all got wood and nails, we try n’ tear down hate and factory.
We all got wood and nails, don’t tear down hate n’ factory.
We all got wood and nails, and we sleep inside of this machine."
~Jesus Christ by Brand New~
the kind you’d find on someone that could save.
If they don’t put me away,
well it’ll be a miracle.
Do you believe you’re missing out?
Everything good is happ’ning somewhere else.
But with nobody in your bed,
the night’s hard to get through.
And I, will die, all alone.
And when I, arrive, I won’t know anyone.
Well Jesus Christ I’m alone again,
so what did you do those three days you were dead?
‘Cuz this problem’s gonna last,
more than the weekend.
Well Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die,
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after.
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I, divide, and fall apart?
‘Cuz my bright, is too sly, to hold back all my dark.
And the ship, went down, in sight of land.
And at the gates, does Thomas, ask to see my hands?
I know you'll come in the night like a thief.
But I’ve had some time alone, to hold my lions at bay.
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust.
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up(and you won't know).
So do you think that we could work out a psalm?
So I’ll know it’s you and that it's over so I won't even try.
I know you’re coming for the people like me.
We all got wood and nails, we try n’ tear down hate and factory.
We all got wood and nails, don’t tear down hate n’ factory.
We all got wood and nails, and we sleep inside of this machine."
~Jesus Christ by Brand New~