The Milk Carton Kids - On the Mend lyrics
[The Milk Carton Kids - On the Mend lyrics]
The mice tell bedtime stories
Lullabies turned blue
A crib song for the baby who
Has figured out the ruse
I travelled half way 'round the world to
Tell a story with no end
The dirt under a nation
Forsaken, on the mend
I could say that for a moment
It all made perfect sense
No one holding posture, nothing heaven-sent
Hold the hand that leads you
There's no god here to believe
What matters moves around us in
The air we breathe
There's nowhere left to sit
It's the dirt ground or a broke down bench
Four walls and a roof - they
Say the house that Jesus built
A child knows the kindness of
A woman at her end
In song she found salvation
Forsaken, on the mend
I could say that for a moment
It all made perfect sense
No unholy posture, nothing heaven-sent
Hold the hand that leads you
There's no god here to believe
What matters moves around us in
The air we breathe
What matters moves around us in
The air we breathe in the air we breathe
Lullabies turned blue
A crib song for the baby who
Has figured out the ruse
I travelled half way 'round the world to
Tell a story with no end
The dirt under a nation
Forsaken, on the mend
I could say that for a moment
It all made perfect sense
No one holding posture, nothing heaven-sent
Hold the hand that leads you
There's no god here to believe
What matters moves around us in
The air we breathe
There's nowhere left to sit
It's the dirt ground or a broke down bench
Four walls and a roof - they
Say the house that Jesus built
A child knows the kindness of
A woman at her end
In song she found salvation
Forsaken, on the mend
I could say that for a moment
It all made perfect sense
No unholy posture, nothing heaven-sent
Hold the hand that leads you
There's no god here to believe
What matters moves around us in
The air we breathe
What matters moves around us in
The air we breathe in the air we breathe