Resurrection

In the cold stone walls
House where the fleeting dead fall
A mother
Is crying
Outside
In the darkest of hours
Left with her perilous thoughts
They circle
To squeeze dry
Her soul
She said
Lord, imma lose my baby
Lord, imma lose my way
But if
Living means Im dead here
Come hurry
And resurrect me
Aaaaahhhh.....
When the sun goes down
Into another nights arms
Were babies
In a scavengers glimpse
Then a neon cross shines
And shows us to tread on the line
Of guilt trips
While love grips
The blind
I said,
Lord, imma lose my head here
Lord, imma lose my way
But if pushing means Im stuck here
Come hurry and resurrect me
Imma drop my head
Before Im ready to stop
Imma drop my head
Before Im ready to stop
Imma dig that grave
And fall in line for the drop
Before Im ready to stop
If Im ready or not
Imma drop my head
Before Im ready to stop
Imma drop my head
Before Im ready to stop
Imma ride my time
Before they throw out the clock
Charge me blood by the hour
And make me pay for the talk
I said
Lord imma lose my head here
Lord imma lose my way
Imma dig that grave
Imma dig that grave
Baby blow this scene
Hang our hopes up to lean
And die until the resurrection of the things we believe
Imma dig that grave