Cursive - Opening The Hymnal/babies lyrics

Welcome one, And welcome all To our small town, The lyrics are the voice Of the neurosis of a city inside each house you'll find the guilt The fables and folly Of the residents residing in... [barely audible] Fourteen hymns for the heathens... Baby, baby, baby This world must seem So immense compared to the womb, And baby baby, Your head must seem So much smaller than you a**umed Your whole world Seems to center around you Be easy to make the mistake That maybe you're why the world was made, Baby, baby, baby, You learn so fast, You seem to carry a special gift Maybe you've been given To this world to make a difference Such delusions we all struggle with But the beautiful truth of it is This is all we are, We simply exist You're not the chosen one I'm not the chosen one But we don't need anyone Let's not choose anyone