O'Brother - Providence | Текст песни

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• O'Brother
• Providence

My eyes open up
A sea of faces without names fills the room
And we'll swallow God
Our bread, his body, left to rot
If it's all the same we'll stay the same

Now hollower eyes allow us to see
Our complacent bodies
And if sight is opinion then how
Can it be grounds for belief
And we'll blame it on providence
Slipped through fingertips
Stretched out to the splitting
And we'll accuse the thrones of greater men

If pride is a kingly crown
Then on my head it's overturned
I hear the simple swells of grace
Falling down like rain