These trying times
Make us reach for the sky,
While forgetting the forsaken ground
These trying times
Bring deafness to our ears,
While we're all listening for the sound
Of
Ominous pools of
Witnesses slain, who will
Cast off their silences
Sworn in your name, but
Your inebriated state
Evades your crucifixion
Well, so long
And good riddance
But what of the augurs
You've heard in your dreams?
Are you hearing them now?
Do you know what this means?
All the stones that you've thrown
Come back at you in threes
And three's all
That they'll need
And these trying times
Make us reach for the sky,
While forgetting the forsaken ground
These trying times
Bring deafness to our ears,
While we're all listening for the sound
Because
Under steeples you hear
People praying in pews:
"I'm sorry for the things
That I can't ever lose,
I'm sorry that my razors
Came before your noose,
Forgive me,
You should choose
And not I -
What was I thinking?
I'll just turn around,
Say goodbye,
Walk right out of your life,
Ignore these thoughts
I feel sinking.
I can't help but feel guilty
When you're pointing your finger,
I'll apologize now and
It won't be 'till later
That I'm able to realize
Who is really the saviour
And who is
The betrayer.
Beacause as these trying times
Make us reach for the sky,
We're forgetting the forsaken ground
And as these trying times
Bring deafness to our ears, we're all
Still listening for the sound."
