Jun 09, 2008 22:39
You were right I'm hangin' 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right I'm underground because
Slight of hand won't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today
You're the good things
Yeah that's you...
Yeah that's you...
Yeah...
You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake
You're the extra ton of cash on my sinking life raft
You're the loud sound of fun when I'm trying to sleep
You're the flowers on my table when my allergies come out
You're the good things...
Yeah that's you...
Yeah that's you...
Yeah...
And help's not short when you're diggin' your grave
I'll help you dig it
So you're diggin' your grave now you're speakin' my language
I'll help you dig it
This song has always meant so much to me. The CD, Everywhere and His Nasty Parlor Tricks, itself has always meant so much to me. I fell like it's Isaac Brock's one CD that's so upbeat and nobody agrees with me. Life isn't perfect. You can't change life, but that's the beauty of it all. Take it as it comes, as best you can take it because you can always look back and see the good in anything.