[00:05.65]Album:Good Monsters
[00:10.65]Jars Of Clay-Oh My God
[00:15.65]Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
[00:17.35]Oh my God, look around this place
[00:22.50]Your fingers reach around the bone
[00:28.06]You set the break and set the tone
[00:32.06]Flights of grace, and future falls
[00:38.88]In present pain
[00:43.15]All fools say, "Oh my God"
[01:04.87]Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
[01:11.66]We make it worse when we don't bleed
[01:16.28]There is no cure for our disease
[01:19.93]Turn a phrase, and rise again
[01:26.16]Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
[01:35.93]Oh my God.
[02:00.69]Oh my God, can I complain?
[02:07.03]You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
[02:16.26]Weddings, boats and alibis
[02:22.97]All drift away, and a mother cries
[02:38.28]Liars and fools; sons and failures
[02:44.27]Thieves will always say
[02:50.35]Lost and found; ailing wanderers
[02:57.98]Healers always say
[03:02.75]Whores and angels; men with problems
[03:10.45]Leavers always say
[03:15.13]Broken hearted; separated
[03:22.89]Orphans always say
[03:29.00]War creators; racial haters
[03:37.03]Preachers always say
[03:40.07]Distant fathers; fallen warriors
[03:47.70]Givers always say
[03:53.34]Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
[03:59.60]Users always say
[04:05.14]Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
[04:12.14]Saviors always say
[04:19.47]Sometimes I cannot forgive
[04:21.91]And these days, mercy cuts so deep
[04:25.57]If the world was how it should be, maybe I
[04:29.49]could get some sleep
[04:30.96]While I lay, I dream we're better,
[04:34.18]Scales were gone and faces light
[04:36.99]When we wake, we hate our brother
[04:40.36]We still move to hurt each other
[04:43.52]Sometimes I can close my eyes,
[04:46.11]And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
[04:52.13]What makes me so badly bent?
[04:55.07]We all have a chance to murder
[04:58.10]We all feel the need for wonder
[05:00.97]We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder
[05:07.05]Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
[05:12.74]All the times I thought to reach up
[05:15.71]All the times I had to give
[05:17.98]Babies underneath their beds
[05:20.92]Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
[05:27.50]All the comforts of cathedrals
[05:29.53]All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
[05:34.80]All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
[05:40.30]Oh my God
[05:42.76]Oh my God
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