Nice Without Mercy - Lambchop

We have crawled among the elements

Taking pictures with a phone

Carry buckets over mountains much like we used to

Past a riddle in the river

Catching fish with just our hands

And they taste of some cool pastoral splendor

And the sky it opens up like candy

And the wind it don’t know my name

And the sky it opens up like candy

And the wind it don’t know my name

And the warm comes back

Even though I thought it would not, yeah

I saw the light beyond the sunset

Nearby a little country church

And it felt a bit like Little Jimmy Dickens

And the shadows disappear

In a day that breathes forever

And God comes and gathers up his jewels

And the sky it opens up like candy

And the wind it don’t know my name

And the warm comes back

Even though I thought it would not, yeah