We will fix these wrecked-up ships, plank by plank
We will rebuild this town, brick by brick
We will mend our broken, blackened hearts, song by song
Song by song
Call the press, this story's a phony
Tell Mr. Jesus Christ to pull the plank out of your very own eye
So we can get this ship a-sailing
So we can get this ship a-sailing
(Before the flood comes in)
(Before the flood comes in)
Before the flood comes in, alright
One day all you will see
Our time here was meant to be
You can push us but we'll only shove you harder
The difference is in the trade and bu*ter
Sort yourself out before you rummage in my shelves
Looks like you caught yourself in your own web, in your own web
No self-worth, ??? ain't got a shadow
And black mascara, black mascara
All your mascara, all that mascara
All your mascara, too much mascara
Call the press, this story's a phony
Tell Mr. Jesus Christ to pull the plank out of your very own eye
So we can get this ship a-sailing
So we can get this ship a-sailing
(Before the flood comes in)
(Before the flood comes in)
Before the flood comes in, alright
What a pity it is that you'll never understand
What a life it is, living under command
One day all you will see
Our time here was meant to be
Guidance is needed in your music and it shows, shows
We'll be here to read the lines as they go, go
Go go, go
We will mend our broken, blackened hearts, song by song
Song by song