Strands of memory.

across a growing beach
made of rocks and sand
we marched along to work
with a thousand one man bands

and the sunlight poured
through a church in the sky
like a stained glass window
telling me to despise

everything I had made

and everywhere I had laid

and I'm sorry I've made
you feel just like I do
created awful strands of memory
that will never leave you

but I just never learn
and I can't ever seem to grow
now tell me my friend
all that you know

and throw it back into the sea

but it will float back back to me

so I'm shaking my hands
with the ghosts of myself
and the harder that they pull back
the older they had felt

then the ropes loosen up
and I'm hanging by my head
for a crowd I can't see
but I can hear em from my bed

they sing, hallelujah hallelujah
hallelujah the prince is slain
hallelujah hallelujah
hallelujah never again

Hallelujah hallelujah
hallelujah the kind is dead
hallelujah hallelujah
hallelujah never again

Holy Ghost stay with me now
I promise I will pay you back

but you made me feel like
I'm worth nothing but cost
not a drink from the shelf
or a quick and easy talk

so I sit in the car
wanting to apologize
as I throw myself against my walls
and feel completely justified

and in my mind someone smiles
they knock on the glass
and tell me to be happy
that this will all soon pass

but they just pull away
and so I let myself decay
I'm not angry
I know you have jobs to do

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