Letra de Church Doors And Skeptics

I found you holding a nail and a fragile piece of paper
What a lovely plot, nail it to a door
Two years later with a bag and a bowl
What a firm grip. Whats true to you?
You found me holding a record sending calls to your hand
"Let me speak to someone sitting close"
Two years later with the cancer in my heart
What a self-righteous act of youth
I hope you(we) figure this out
There's blood on our shoes and we love this room
Our brothers hands on our heads, a warm touch and an honest prayer