Lyrics : Sam Fender
Music : Sam Fender
They break you in like a wild foal
Target the dole queue broken souls
I don't disagree with everything they do
I was a child in the peak of a panic attack
The proverbial straw that broke the camel's back
Was the wailing sound of my cousin slain in spirit
Well
Come on, lift your head
Get out your frozen state
You're starting to look like Otzi now
Come on, wake the dead
Show me you walk on water
And I'll get a little bit closer to it
Oh, I have friends who were cast aside
A young meek lad with a curious mind
Just terrified of what the church would have to say
Oh, I don't know if I believe in it
But when the rapture comes, if this is a sin
I'll burn with everybody that I know
Yeah, I was lost in their sermons and lies at God's camp
Trying to pray the gay away
Something was shook in me
A birth of a new foundation
That gets me a little bit closer to it
I can't live under the notion
That there's no reason at all
For all this beauty in motion
I don't buy the deities spoke of
But in love, there's something to hold
And I get a little bit closer to it
What is God?
What is God?
What is God?
I never found it
I can't live under the notion
That there's no reason at all
For all this beauty in motion
I don't buy the deities spoke of
But in love, there's something to hold
And I get a little bit closer to it
I get a little bit closer
I get a little bit closer
I get a little bit closer
I get a little bit closer
I get a little bit closer
I get a little bit closer
I get a little bit closer to it