All Get Out - Church Doors And Skeptics lyrics

I found you holding a nail and a fragile piece of paper What a lovely plot, nail it to a door Two years later with a bag and a bowl What a firm grip. Whats true to you? You found me holding a record sending calls to your hand "Let me speak to someone sitting close" Two years later with the cancer in my heart What a self-righteous act of youth I hope you(we) figure this out There's blood on our shoes and we love this room Our brothers hands on our heads, a warm touch and an honest prayer