• 標題:Oh My God
  • 歌手:Jars Of Clay
  • 專輯:Good Monsters
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    Album:Good Monsters
    Jars Of Clay-Oh My God
    Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
    Oh my God, look around this place
    Your fingers reach around the bone
    You set the break and set the tone
    Flights of grace, and future falls
    In present pain
    All fools say, "Oh my God"

    Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
    We make it worse when we don't bleed
    There is no cure for our disease
    Turn a phrase, and rise again
    Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
    Oh my God.

    Oh my God, can I complain?
    You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
    Weddings, boats and alibis
    All drift away, and a mother cries

    Liars and fools; sons and failures
    Thieves will always say
    Lost and found; ailing wanderers
    Healers always say
    Whores and angels; men with problems
    Leavers always say
    Broken hearted; separated
    Orphans always say
    War creators; racial haters
    Preachers always say
    Distant fathers; fallen warriors
    Givers always say
    Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
    Users always say
    Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
    Saviors always say

    Sometimes I cannot forgive
    And these days, mercy cuts so deep
    If the world was how it should be, maybe I
    could get some sleep
    While I lay, I dream we're better,
    Scales were gone and faces light
    When we wake, we hate our brother
    We still move to hurt each other
    Sometimes I can close my eyes,
    And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
    What makes me so badly bent?
    We all have a chance to murder
    We all feel the need for wonder
    We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder

    Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
    All the times I thought to reach up
    All the times I had to give
    Babies underneath their beds
    Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
    All the comforts of cathedrals
    All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
    All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

    Oh my God
    Oh my God