Great Beyond from Great Beyond by Tom Savage

don't want to hear your declaration
Your life is your own
Live it without hesitation
Our time is short
Our future unknown
No detailed report
From the great beyond

I muddle through I know i do
I'm not saying that it's right
We kneel down at the alter
Beg Jesus to have mercy for our plight
It falls On deaf ears
Maybe the pigeons in the rafters hear you
They're the closest thing to angels in this place

I'll close down this tavern
If you'll be my bride
You don't know when I'll come home but at least I'll come home every night
Fry you some eggs
before I head to bed
Nobody said this arrangement was perfect

I'll watch the specs of dust travel through the sunlight
I think of your beauty and I think that I might
Hold on to you
Forget this place
Dream away an hour or maybe two

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