| [00:12.17] |
The mice tell bedtime stories |
| [00:14.31] |
|
| [00:17.33] |
Lullabies turned blue |
| [00:19.52] |
|
| [00:21.79] |
A crib song for the baby who has figured out the ruse |
| [00:27.90] |
|
| [00:30.08] |
I travelled half way'round the world to tell a story with no end |
| [00:37.82] |
|
| [00:41.73] |
The dirt under a nation |
| [00:44.71] |
|
| [00:46.18] |
Forsaken on the mend |
| [00:49.11] |
|
| [00:50.33] |
I could say that for a moment it all made perfect sense |
| [00:58.08] |
|
| [01:00.38] |
No one holding posture nothing heaven-sent |
| [01:07.11] |
|
| [01:10.00] |
Hold the hand that leads you there's no god here to believe |
| [01:16.87] |
|
| [01:19.36] |
What matters moves around us in the air we breathe |
| [01:26.65] |
|
| [02:10.79] |
There's nowhere left to sit |
| [02:13.45] |
|
| [02:15.49] |
It's the dirt ground or a broke-down bench |
| [02:19.18] |
|
| [02:21.03] |
Four walls and a roof they say the house that Jesus built |
| [02:27.50] |
|
| [02:29.79] |
A child knows the kindness of a woman at her end |
| [02:37.70] |
|
| [02:41.69] |
In song she found salvation |
| [02:43.91] |
|
| [02:46.31] |
Forsaken on the mend |
| [02:49.06] |
|
| [02:50.49] |
I could say that for a moment it all made perfect sense |
| [02:58.19] |
|
| [03:00.67] |
No unholy posture nothing heaven-sent |
| [03:07.41] |
|
| [03:09.92] |
Hold the hand that leads you there's no god here to believe |
| [03:16.78] |
|
| [03:19.30] |
What matters moves around us in the air we breathe |
| [03:26.78] |
|
| [03:28.75] |
What matters moves around us in the air we breathe |
| [03:36.32] |
|
| [03:40.83] |
In the air we breathe |
| [03:43.52] |
|
