All in all
I'm a fraud
A spill
Or a bloodclot
A dancing echo on a cloth
A tremble in your mother's love
The night made matter
And if I do
Molten mannered
Mildly musical
If there's a song under my wing
You bet your bottom dollar
I would give my last one just to sing to you
There's a tempest in your hissing summer lawn
And a butterfly wing wiped new orleans from the map
But my confidence lays in the blankets of ether
Not for your sins
Like 'for my sins I can't put it down
Not believe in me
But believe as I do and you'll be crowned
Not son of God
Like a ghost had laid an egg
Like son of God
Like we're cut from the same damn threa'
Not for your sins
Like for my sins I can't put it down
Not believe in me
But believe as I do and you'll be crowned
Not son of God
Like a ghost had laid an egg
Like son of God
Like we're cut from the same damn thread
In the blankets of ether
I knew I had you in me tonight
Now your out
And I'm swimming in you
