Everybody Else Wins - Fenton, Cornelius lyrics

rate me

There’s a man with a sign around his neck

And he wears it on Sunday the best

He’s got a straight heart and a crooked smile

And his eyes are light just like his temper

And the song of psalm he’s partial

But all the books are grand

He sets in his empty pew

Hand over hand

And he says hey Mr. Preacher man can you preach me some of this

And I said hey mister lover man can you save me can you save this

I forgot

There’s a picture of his girlfriend who’s long been forgotten

Yeah she’s gone

And the memories they fuel him, for another day with god

Just one more day with god

And he walks in his silence and prays for love to mend

And he swears he’ll be faithful or at least he’ll pretend

Forget all the sinners and try to save yourself

Pictures of her in a locket but you put them on the shelf

And these open fields are like treason and that’s all we got

and for good reason that’s all that we’re taught

he opens up her picture and pears at her face

he does his hail mary’s but she just can’t be erased