Transparent Seas - Make Do And Mend

I don’t know who you are, and it’s too hard

To keep pretending that you’re more

Than the mark of an old scar

That doesn’t hurt anymore

And I’ve grown numb of the fear

That everything I’ve done

Was being controlled by the father, by the son

By the holy ghost you’ve become

But I would fold my hands and buckle to my knees

And I would pray the sky would fall down on me

And I would stumble to the shore to be baptized in the waves

If it meant that everything we know doesn’t go away, someday

And I know my mother cries

When she realizes I don’t love you like she does

But still she bows her head and prays that you forgive me

So what does that make me?

The unloving, ungrateful son of a saint?

What if that makes me the monster an angel raised?

But I would fold my hands and buckle to my knees

And I would pray the sky would fall down on me

And I would stumble to the shore to be baptized in the waves

If it meant that everything we know doesn’t go away

Someday

It’s so cold in the shadow of their faith

But I will not be crushed for heaven’s sake

But I would fold my hands and buckle to my knees

And I would pray the sky would fall down on me

But I would fold my hands and buckle to my knees

And I would pray the sky would fall down on me

And I would stumble to the shore to be baptized in the waves

If it meant that everything we know doesn’t go away

Someday