Jesus

Jesus Christ has a pretty face the kind you'd find on someone that could save,
If they don't put me away it'll be a miracle,
Do you believe you're missing out?
And everything good is happening 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?
Cause 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?
Cause 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 lies,
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 never give up.

So do you think that we could work out a song?
Some know that it's you and that it's over so I won't even try.
I know you'll come for the people like me.

But we all got wood and nails we're tongue tied to a hating factory,
We all got wood and nails we're tongue tied to a hating factory,
We all got wood and nails and we sleep inside of this machine.

Daisy

I'm a mountain that has been moved,
I'm a river that is all dried up,
I'm an ocean nothing floats on,
I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in.

I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot,
I'm a moon that never shows its face,
I'm a mouth that doesn't smile,
I'm a word that no one ever wants to say.

I'm a mountain that has been moved,
I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run,
I'm a Preacher with no pulpit,
Spewing a Sermon that goes on and on.

Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast,
And we pray that they turn to seeds, to roots, and then grass,
It'd be alright,
It's alright,
It'd be easier that way.

Well if the sky opened up and started pouring rain.
Like it knew it was time to start things over again,
It'd be alright,
It's alright,
It'd be easier that way.

Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast,
And we pray that they turn to seeds, to roots, and then grass,
It'd be alright,
It's alright,
It'd be easier that way.

Well if the sky opened up and started pouring rain,
Like it knew it was time to start things over again,
It'd be alright,
It's alright,
It'd be easier that way.