Low - Duke Special

Mercy me and mercy you

I’ve stained your dress and bruised you too

I pledged a million sorry eyes

Stumbling, undignified

All the cards came crashing down

Spin the wheels to leave the crown

Mercy you and mercy me

You’re still in love in spite of me

There’s comfort in the rushing wind

The silence, God, is deafening

But I’ve forgotten how to feel

It’s easier to fake it

So calling all the born agains

I need your tears and sweet amens

Mercy out and mercy in

I hope that I can make it

Low, low, carry me low

Low, low, carry me low

So flicker through like radio

You never know, you never know

My promises are paper thin

Swallow up your joy

So calling all the born agains

I need your tears and sweet amens

Mercy out and mercy in

I hope that I can make it

Low, low, carry me low

Low, low, carry me low

Low, low, carry me low

Low, low, carry me low