Gang Of Youths - hand of god

The sea's changing
The wind's fading
Coalescing in a widescreen scope

Ah, amen

Words fail me
Burbs hail me
But in a way that I am glad to go

Ah, amen

The damp's rising
And baptizing and I was
Goddamn waylaid by the cost of it all

Ah amen

So far so good
But it's been a long while and I've
Since understood
Just how you lived now that I am
Older, wiser, and I've
Given up things myself
Like you

Ha-lle
Ha-lle-lu

Ball's flying
The great's dying
The boss at Goodison was a Kopite coach

Ha-lle
Ha-lle-lu

Minds trailing
The hand's flailing
And Tagaloa sighed and said, "I don't know"

Ha-lle
Ha-lle-lu

Birds flying
And the state's lying
And they built a highway through our neighborhood

Ha-lle
Ha-lle-lu
Ha-lle
Hallelujah, hallelujah

The truth was back home
I was a part-timer but I
Gave half my soul to
Every hard vice but I'm
Older and wiser now and I've
Given up chances, yeah
Like you

Ha-lle
Ha-lle-lu
Ha-lle
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Written by:
David Immanuel Menachem Sasagi Leaupepe, Donnie Borzestowski, Jung Kim, Max Dunn, Tom Hobden

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