[Verse 1]
We’d wear our finest clothes and
Pack tight in tiny row and
Sing songs that someone wrote to guide us towards the truth
When those words caught inside my mouth
I’d bite my tongue and spit them out
Believing tasted great but was impossible to choose

[Chorus 1]
'Cause your God, he clangs on the latitude lines
Always at the worst times
When you finally shut your eyes
Your God, he waits with the keys on his side
And passes the time
Making up the strangest stories for your life

And I don't know what happens when we die
But that won't change the way I live my life

[Verse 2]
Write down your fears and hopes and
Stick those in envelopes and
Send them out with no address; they never will be read
'Cause prayers good when needing therapy
Focus, heal, and find priority
Don't pretend they have effect when buried in your head