A pressing belief
The faith that you have in your words is exhausting
I can't relate
"Too tired" is all you were worth every morning
Wishing the dead could give you advice
You're turning in early
So you don't have to tell me twice
It's all you've got left
God it's me again
Cashing in on all that sin
All that weight that you told me to lift
A hard-earned defeat
You still seem so close on a summer evening
Gritting my teeth
You wonder why you can't let go of the feeling
Wishing the dead could give you advice
You're turning in early
So you don't have to tell me twice
It's all you've got left
God it's me again
Cashing in on all that sin
All that weight that you told me to lift
God it's me again
Cashing in on all that sin
All that weight that you told me to lift
God it's hurting
Burying all our heads
And I'm breaking like dams in the flood
God, it's ending
Words have all failed
We're dancing like ships off the edge