Текст песни a brocken record - stray

You left some stones at my feet
As we were picking up pace
Rallying the graves
Discern a face
As bright as yours
And kinda wanna burn out
With the love that I've found
All was well on my side
At least
But I have nothing to give to you
Jesus you're out of your mind
With me
I'm just here to live for you
Tell me
Follow my own butterfly
And praise me in this noose
Wasn't really ready yet
And yet a dream comes true
Gave it up at Pentecost
Foundation will not move
Lay my rooms with sheet moss
And hold you in recluse

But you left some stones at my feet
As we were picking up pace
Rallying the graves
She knows the Romans all sleep
They're still good messages to me

I was so filthy
Without a figure of speech
I let you heal me
This was the end of your means
Satisfied with this love
Tell me are you satisfied God?

You left some stones at my feet
As we were picking up pace
Rallying the graves
Discern a face
As bright as yours
And kinda wanna burn out
With the love that I've found

Satisfied with this love
Tell me are you satisfied God?