Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out? That 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 pull apart? Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark And this 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 pull my life together I know that You think I'm someone You can trust But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail You back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign So I'll know it's You and that it's over, so I won't even try
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails Your torture (and hanging) factory Yeah, we all got wood and nails Your tortured (and hanging) factory Yeah, we all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine