Low

Mercy me and mercy you
I’ve stained your dress and bruised you too
I pledged a million sorry eyes
Stumbling, undignified
All the cards came crashing down
Spin the wheels to leave the crown
Mercy you and mercy me
You’re still in love in spite of me
There’s comfort in the rushing wind
The silence, God, is deafening
But I’ve forgotten how to feel
It’s easier to fake it
So calling all the born agains
I need your tears and sweet amens
Mercy out and mercy in
I hope that I can make it
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low
So flicker through like radio
You never know, you never know
My promises are paper thin
Swallow up your joy
So calling all the born agains
I need your tears and sweet amens
Mercy out and mercy in
I hope that I can make it
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low