Menomena - Pilgrim's Progress lyrics
[Menomena - Pilgrim's Progress lyrics]
Your walk with God? You're wearing cleats
You've no contempts spread from
Footsteps with familiar tread
I'm washing feet
But, you're so open, open, open
I don't see your
Right through the tears, the
The mournful cries
I've swallowed them down the past few weeks
Forklift to
Forget to right up off the ground
And all that's said and done
The battle's lost
The grudge is won, we'll try to sleep
And overnight, the wounds will heal
In spite of themselves
But for now, they're open, open, open
I could use a pocketbook
Give me the answer yes I'm ready yes
I'm sitting down I'm ready to speak
I need a forklift to
Get this pilgrim's progress off the ground
Forklift to
Get this pilgrim's progress off the ground