Left Your Body - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

We were sitting there nervous trying to keep our eyes from making contact

You were laying there looking worse than you had looked the previous Sunday

I was trying to imagine how it felt for you and you released it

Tried to put myself inside your shoes and felt like that was selfish

I don’t know what it looks like where you are, but I mean, it must look better

Than just laying around and counting down until you meet your Maker

I imagine that He held your hand and showed you that you’re far from perfect

That every single person he created has been a screw up you can’t help it

Might as well just take that blame, take off your shoes, start getting comfy

There is nothing but forgiveness here, the journey’s over, glad you met me

There is nothing but deliverance here, it’s pure and logic than you could be

And all the judgement that He yelled about is more about yourself than you’d

think

I’m a seven page laundry list of sinful deeds I swore were not me

And I felt you’re the shadow of my death still scares the soul out of me

I couldn’t even wrap my head around how I could find a throne for judging

Still I sat there quietly, resenting you, resenting daddy

And all that I can do is hope and hope and hope that the Lord will treat me

The way that I believe he treated you when you left this earth and body

And then these flaming tongues landed unto ourselves

And put a new tongue, a new language

In the bible

In the bible