歌词
There's got to be a way to believe
You smile trying not to sound so sad
Things could've went a whole lot different
Hard to stay quiet, harder to explain so many different things
From shining shore to remapped flood zone
Property taxes manufacture ghosts
And I know where they live, what rooms they root through
Hard to stay quiet, harder to explain so many different things
Oh, God
Oh, God of Abraham
How you mean so many different things