Psalm lyrics

Song information

Artist: Jets To Brazil
Album: Perfecting Loneliness

Lyrics

Oh hair of dread, the time is here
Thirty-three, the sheep draw near with eyes so keen
They cannot hear all the lies that buy their ears
Oh, horsepants, tobacco chest
Oh, sex ghost. oh, nape of neck
The tears are crashing on her breasts
The burning bed is out again
If it's sad, you know it' true
God is glad on bluer moons
When your room is all you do, it comes to you
Oh, my rank ink instrument
Row my boat towards abstinence with thoughts as long as cigarettes
Snowed in lips and cross protect
Oh, that birdlike appetite
Lo, passive fasts make us contrite?
On silken highways of the night
The spiders crawl my candlelight
Where the sun shines in space
God is dumb, god is great
But does he love us all the same?
Are we ok?
And I cried out your name because I loved the sound it made
And because I couldn't wait to see your face
And nothing ever was the same
And the stars say, "look into my eyes."
But I can't change if it's only in my mind
And I love you but I don't have the right
And I wanted you so bad tonight

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"Perfecting Loneliness" album track list