Half-handed Cloud - A Bed That Breathes With Him lyrics

The stangers attacking Our hearts are all lacking But God means nothing to them The hit-men hold coupons And say God is gone Or trying to do me in Oh search and be silent On a bed that breathes with Him Our hearts are forgetting The thugs are all betting That God will only condemn Their questions rhetorical I wish they'd get homesick And find their way back again