hand of god

The sea's changing The wind's fading Coalescing in a widescreen scope Ah, amen Words fail me Burbs hail me But in a way that I am glad to go Ah, amen The damp's rising And baptizing and I was Goddamn waylaid by the cost of it all Ah amen So far so good But it's been a long while and I've Since understood Just how you lived now that I am Older, wiser, and I've Given up things myself Like you Ha-lle Ha-lle-lu Ball's flying The great's dying The boss at Goodison was a Kopite coach Ha-lle Ha-lle-lu Minds trailing The hand's flailing And Tagaloa sighed and said, "I don't know" Ha-lle Ha-lle-lu Birds flying And the state's lying And they built a highway through our neighborhood Ha-lle Ha-lle-lu Ha-lle Hallelujah, hallelujah The truth was back home I was a part-timer but I Gave half my soul to Every hard vice but I'm Older and wiser now and I've Given up chances, yeah Like you Ha-lle Ha-lle-lu Ha-lle Hallelujah, hallelujah