Letra de B Is For Bethlehem
Your neck is craned a lazy quarter Of the distance down your back Creating a reason for the blood to go there To know now my only veins Are your hands across my back Where you're resting Where you, when you restBroke from the sins of our shoulders Run its motors to waters to struggle and endNow my only veins Are your hands across my back Where you're resting Where you, when you restCried at the funeral 'cause you can go anywhere To be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours I'm dying to try to stop the wind Leave the leaves left, leave and leave To be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours It's hours to be whereB is for Bethlehem Where Jesus was a fisherman I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why Jesus was a fisherman Fishing men from the Devil's hands And the Devil was made red to live a damned lifeThe red in your face is touchable To the blues and the muscles in a memory Where I have lost my voice Now I smell like paint again and again and againMy bends they bend my anchor To pull people out of the Bible and stand in the rain And be whereB is for Bethlehem Where Jesus was a fisherman I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why Jesus was a fisherman Fishing men from the Devil's hands And the Devil was made red to live a damned lifeB is for Bethlehem Where Jesus was a fisherman I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why Jesus was a fisherman Fishing men from the Devil's hands And the Devil was made red to live a damned lifeJesus was a fisherman Jesus was a fisherman Jesus was a fisherman againB is for Bethlehem B is for Bethlehem B is for Bethlehem again, again