Текст Corey Smith – Heart Attack

I drove to Galilee this morning.
White-knuckled in the pew,
I heard a good man preach a Gospel.
I shook his hand when he was through,

We love the same red letters,
both take the bread and wine.
But his truth is bold-print in the Scripture,
Mine’s hidden in between the lines.
He sees a narrow path to Heaven. I see a river deep and wide.

There’s east-west. It’s anybody’s guess
who’s damned, who’s blessed,
or more wicked than the rest.
Oh, the answers are a heart attack away.

I flew over Bethlehem this morning,
heavy heart upon the ground.
Jesus came to feed the hungry,
still people are starving all around.
Seems we never love a neighbor who we don’t see eye-to-eye.

I keep looking up to Heaven,
afraid to fight the fire below,
singing «Glory, Hallelujah!»
while the hell around us grows,
always crying for a savior instead of being one myself.

There’s north-south, with and there’s without.
There’s rich. There’s poor.
One’s peace, another’s war.
So happiness remains a heart attack away.

The only truth I know anymore, the only truth I know,
the only truth I know anymore is there’s no truth at all.

There’s east, west. It’s anybody’s guess.
There’s north and there’s south. There’s with and there’s without.
Cross your chest, it’s all a heart attack away. Hey, hey I
t’s all a heart attack away.
Oh, it’s all a heart attack.