Lyrics Wye Oak – For Prayer
Text:
All this dirt is my disease
Please, please
Wanted hands but I got knees
You drop by to help me out
Out, out
Baby what’s all this about?
Baby what’s all this about?
Your thoughts are better than your words
I wanted beast but I got bird
There’s no room and there’s no time
So you scratch yours and I’ll scratch mine
Sinned till winter but it’s hot
I guess I do believe in God
But I’ll forgive and make it right
If it freezes up tonight
So cross your fingers say a prayer
You don’t believe but I don’t care
You either win it or you don’t
It happens now or else it won’t
Cross your fingers say a prayer
You don’t believe but I don’t care
You either win it or you don’t
It happens now or else it won’t