Matt Beckler - Fools At The Table | Текст песни

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I've been riding slowly out into the salty evenings
I'm tired of picking up snakes
Tired of throwing stones
And my fever climbs the more I roll
With all the cover in the world
My skin still shows

I've been finding nails
I'd been dropping on my Savior's picture
I tried dialing out
I think He's got me on hold
And all the lonely sons-
We start to fold
Could You blind my eyes
I've seen far too much

(Chorus)
Staring at these visions
Sliding down inside of me
The fools are at the table
To tell me where it starts
And how it ends
Would You tell me where it starts
And how it ends?

I've been dragging heartache-
Every corner yields another blister
And I've been trying hard just to leave it at home
But it's long this knife-
And hot it's claw
Oh they found me out
Now they'll make me crawl

(Chorus repeated)

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