J. Robbins - B Is For Bethlehem lyrics

Your neck is craned a lazy quarter of the distance down your back Creating a reason for the blood to go there To know now my only veins are your hands across my back where you're resting Where you rest broke from the sins of our shoulders to struggle and end Run its motors to waters and everything follows Cried at the funeral because you can go anywhere to be hallowed by thy name And mine name ours I'm dying to try to stop the wind Leave the leaves left and leave to be hollowed by thy name and mine name ours It's hours to be where b is for Bethlehem where Jesus was a fisherman I know he starts and finishes men but I Don't know why Jesus was a fisherman Fishing men from the devil hands So the devil was made red to live a damned life And the red in your face is touchable to the blues and the Muscles in a memory Where I have lost my voice And I smell like paste again where we'll be resting When we rest My bends bend my anchor to pull people out of the bible To stand in the rain and be where b is for Bethlehem