Lyrics Sunday Best - Ricky Montgomery , Valiant Vermin
Silence
is
where
are
the
creatures
go
Creatures
the
things
we
will
never
know
Drowning
in
the
bath
of
eternal
sin
Draping
the
flesh
over
my
pure
eyes
Top
of
my
head
and
down
to
my
thighs
Grazing
the
surface
of
my
own
skin
The
touch
the
tap
The
mystifying
act
of
The
clutch
the
clap
The
fluctuating
love
for
The
noise
the
trap
The
puzzling
voice
of
The
crease
the
gap
Of
every
single
choice
But
mine
Always
looking
out
for
the
one
and
only
sign
Always
looking
out
for
the
ones
who
are
left
behind
Consistently
trapped
between
every
single
line
Everyday
Balance
is
what
all
the
people
need
People
consume
the
things
that
they
feed
Tearing
apart
the
land
we′re
on
Slashing
gashing
through
The
inner
lines
that
define
you
When
that
line
has
been
drawn
The
touch
the
tap
The
mystifying
act
of
The
clutch
the
clap
The
fluctuating
love
for
The
noise
the
trap
The
puzzling
voice
of
The
crease
the
gap
Of
every
single
choice
But
mine
Always
looking
out
for
the
one
and
only
sign
Always
looking
out
for
the
ones
who
are
left
behind
Consistently
trapped
between
every
single
line
Everyday
Always
rocking
out
the
best
in
your
sunday
best
always
Holding
out
the
rest
for
the
life-long
test
Testing
all
the
little
boys
who
are
hanging
round
Talk
about
the
little
girls
who
are
all
about
the
Dreamiest
things
you
could
ever
dream
but
Nothing
is
what
it
might
just
seem
so
Hit
em
up
wash
em
downcome
around
And
it
might
just
lift
you
from
the
ground
We're
still
looking
We
are
still
looking
out
for
We′re
still
looking
We
are
still
looking
out
for
We're
still
looking
We
are
still
looking
out
for
something
For
something
else
But
mine
Always
looking
out
for
the
one
and
only
sign
Always
looking
out
for
the
ones
who
are
left
behind
Consistently
trapped
between
every
single
line
everyday
But
mine
Always
looking
out
for
the
one
and
only
sign
Always
looking
out
for
the
ones
who
are
left
behind
Consistently
trapped
between
every
single
line
everyday
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