A Basic Wagon - Ghost Hymn

Murmured by the choir tonight
Hear heavens open portal
A Pentecostal chorus for us
Blurred lines through their eyes distort us
A lot of people have died right here

A chance at heaven
A chance in hell

Somewhere on the property is a graveyard

Faith sold so cheaply
Grace priced to sell

We're probably standing on it watch where you step

Mercy like a tidal wave
Show me, is it true
Can I take it when I leave here
Can it do what nothing else can do?
Our hymns hold stories that no one will tell
Some of the plots are not marked though

Our words seem thoughtless
Our prayers as well

It's ok, just keep digging, you'll find it
If the ghosts could talk in this room
What would they say
That's none of your concern

Written by:
Joshua Arthurs, Nathaniel Mitson

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