Sunday, November 18, 2012

In Case Of Emergency Break Heart


Would you rather be, should you have the choice;
A saint in a cathedral, singing praises unto God
Or would you like to be, a king of the high streets
Sweeping out the gutters on that straight and narrow road?

Don't look at me like that.

I hear that God bottles every one of our tears
He hears us when we call to him, when we say our prayers
I understand his wrath, his judgments, and that he doesn't change
On the just and unjust both he'll forever make it rain.

But I guess I just don't understand
What it is that makes a man.

Cause God bent down and he formed Adam from the earth
He breathed in deep and exhaled into him
Gave him a world that few would dare believe
And Adam like a man followed his God given Eve

Don't look at me like that.
It makes it hard for me to stand.
And I guess I just don't understand.
What it is that makes a man.

Cause it's hard to deny, you're the apple of my eye
And that sometimes the truth is less appealing than the lie.