The innocent in godliness is really the bones
It means any postcode can be home
It means you come back after goodbye
Just to be shone
Why that cross around your neck
Graces your collarbone
And blesses you with soft sweet tones
Letting you know you’ll never walk alone
I wanted to be Christened, to atone
Wanted to sit in that booth
And sift through all I’d done and moan
To a body that should be a lot more wise
But I don’t think it’s really what I needed
Ain’t that a surprise
I was just searching for someone else
To give me my answers
And my lies
A man with no teeth and a stickered guitar
Just told me I’m gorgeous
And that God loves me
On the streets of Tennessee
I think my affinity with palm to palm
And on your knees was meant to be
We’re like neighbours, smiling at the window
But of course his gaff is bigger
Still I feel God’s magic
Coursing through my flesh and figure
The Southern air is like a trigger
Each banjo strum lingers
And I sing lyrics I don’t relate to
As if they tell the stories of my own
Cotton picking youth
Between each point of his gum
I found some truth
Simplicity is sacred
Not every kind gesture needs its proof
You can be moved by the minute
Sometimes the toughest walls are see through
You just need a good old look
You’ll never appreciate your own catch
If measuring off someone else’s hook
Life don’t always have to be city centre
You ain’t born to be the ending of the book
The middle can get muddled
But the dust does get shook off
And the picture took of you
Where you look ‘so fucking ugly’
Is bullshit
Watch everyone second take
As the streets hold your charm
You give that guitar strumming
Singing man six dollars
It weren’t no left arm
But he give you something bigger
Something stark
A portal into your background
And the sight to see where you are
You always had a dream in mind
And it always felt so far
But you’re standing at The Fleet Street pub in Nashville
And anywhere you go, there you are
You have a wealth of history
A present that is pricey
And a future that’s a credit card
Meaning everything you become
Is borrowed
A rhinestone ain’t a diamond
But it sure makes you look like a star
When the lights hit it right
And they blur the stripes of your scars
The girl at the hotel desk
Said my room had a good view
But alls I sees a church
I guess it is the right thing to look at
In my search
But I’ll take a good hard look
Into the mirror first
And put into action
All these things I’ve learnt
I’m in the land of the free
Still trapped by all the things that’ve hurt
Me over the course of my life
But right now I can’t help but blurt
Words that feel heard
I touch Jesus round my neck
Tuck him under the collar of my shirt
Lock the hotel door
As I return to pastures hard trodden
Where I’ve punched and kicked and burnt
But I’ve got a new pair of boots
Three for one so I splurged
Now the concrete and I flirt
I’ll be going home with God tonight
He’ll introduce me to the angels
We’ll sit down for a light bite
And it’ll feel just like we’re strangers
Until he tells me how he watched
All the dark times when I hurt myself
When I bled just for my pain
He’ll remind me of the drinking
Of the drugs, bad deeds and shame
Of the forgotten touches, the cold beds
All those things that I blamed
Myself for and I’ll feel them all again
He’ll touch my hand as it hard shakes
And all my colour drains
Then he’ll tell me that he’s proud
With how my life’s turn out
That he loves the music and the poems
And the crowd
That the man on the Nashville street
Was told where I’d be found
So I could be sent up instead of down
We polish off desert
My belly full and round
As God kisses my forehead
Sends me back to London Town
I’m laying in my bed
I hear the rain drip through the ceiling
There’s all these things to look at
But you can never see someone’s healing
I’m peeling layers off like paper
Every inch revealing
A hidden glory with some meaning
That only matters to me
I’m just grateful that I’m breathing
The innocent in godliness really is the bones
And mine are all beating against each other
To a new drum pattern that’s leaving
The fear aside as I slip into sleeping
I’ve realised I can live a life
Not only when I’m dreaming.
By Lyric Deep.
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