Relative Ways - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

It’s hard to imagine

It’s hard to perceive

To find an expression for what it all means

All panic and struggle

All death and decay

It’s coming together in relative ways

My electric guitar hanging to my knees

Got a of couple verses

I can barely breathe

And it’s all right

It’s okay

It’s coming together in relative ways

It’s okay

I’m a saint

I forgave your mistakes

It’s okay

I’m a saint

I forgave your mistakes

It’s started to happen

It’s started to change

Movement upon us

Hope we make it okay

If it takes a life or a couple of days

It’s coming together in relative ways

Our electric guitar hanging to my knees

A couple of verses

I can barely breathe

But it’s all right

It’s okay

It’s coming together in relative ways

It’s okay

I’m a saint

I forgave your mistakes

It’s okay

I’m a saint

I forgave your mistakes