Manchester Orchestra - Where Have You Been?Текст песни

They call holidays an option for a reason I heard you're comin' back to life just for the fourth I've been catchin' all your ghosts for every season I pray to God that you won't come back here anymore Do you pray with him too? They should deliver all my blessings In small brown paper handbags near the porch I wished I'd known that you were bleeding While I sat and watched you reading with the Lord I read with him, too When you look at me I'll be digesting your legs 'Cause I can hardly see what's in front of me These days and those days too I've got to take what I'm makin' And turn it into somethin' I've got to take what I'm makin' And turn it into somethin' for you I've got to break what I'm makin' And turn it into nothin' I've got to break what I'm making And turn it into nothin' for you When you look at me I'll be digesting your legs 'Cause I can hardly see, what's in front of me These days and those days too God, where have you been? God, where have you been? God, where have you been? God, where have you been? God, oh God, where have you been? God, my God, my God Where have you been? God, where have you been? God, God, where have you been?