Thrice - Listen Through Me lyrics

See these ragged shoes?
The soles have worn straight
Through while I've proclaimed
The king who sang the blues
If you've got better news then make it plain

He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
And with our burdens buried

Listen to me, though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though a man of lips unclean
I speak truly what you
Only think you've heard
Everything hangs on a word

Sparing no expense
He made recompense for all the earth
This story's an offense
So get down from that fence
And bless or curse

He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
And with our burdens buried
When shadows all had clung
And the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs
Crying "It is finished!"

Listen to me, though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though a man of lips unclean
I speak truly what you
Only think you've heard
Everything hangs on a word