Close To Gold

And I could not tell by the power of

The prophet spit fire all through your blood

If Jesus had brothers like I do here

Then walking on water is a blissful fear

The demons and lions bow their heads in shame

The devil appeared in the bible camp

You baptized my grief with a kiss of grace

Then cut off my ears and I feel no pain

The pictures are plagued with amazing grace

And mary held liquor, so passionate

I kill a man, with fists, so he knew me well

It's like home, it's like home

It's like home, hey

It's like home, it's like home

It's like home, hey

It's like home, it's like home

It's like home, hey

It's like home, hey

It's like home, hey

It's like home, it's like home

It's like home, hey

I've seen it all

It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold

It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold

It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I've seen it all

It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold

It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold

It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I've seen it all

It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold

It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold

It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

And I could not tell by the power of

The prophets spit fire all through your blood

If Jesus had brothers like I do here

Then walking on water is a blissful fear