Manchester Orchestra - Where Have You Been? lyrics
[Manchester Orchestra - Where Have You Been? lyrics]
They call holidays an option for a reason
I heard you're coming back to
Life just for the Fourth
I've been catching all your
Ghosts for every season
I pray to God you won't
Come back here anymore
Do you pray with him, too
They should deliver all my blessings
In small brown paper handbags near the porch
And I wished I'd known that you were bleeding
While I sat and watched you
Reading with the Lord i read with him, too
When you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
'Cause, I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too
I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something for you
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing for you
When you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
'Cause, I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too
God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, oh God, where have you been
God, my God, my God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, God, where have you been
I heard you're coming back to
Life just for the Fourth
I've been catching all your
Ghosts for every season
I pray to God you won't
Come back here anymore
Do you pray with him, too
They should deliver all my blessings
In small brown paper handbags near the porch
And I wished I'd known that you were bleeding
While I sat and watched you
Reading with the Lord i read with him, too
When you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
'Cause, I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too
I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something for you
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing for you
When you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
'Cause, I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too
God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, oh God, where have you been
God, my God, my God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, God, where have you been