Lady Lamb the Beekeeper - Sunday Shoes lyrics

You scuffed your Sunday shoes when you leapt the fence To chase the wolves from your baby sister Who was eating dirt in the flowerbed Near the house where your mother hung her head And wept for the Lord to fill her up Like bu*termilk pancakes at Sunday brunch The town was swept away in oceans of praise We talk about how we're headed home And how we'll all be held in the arms of The most selfless love And the good we have all done is already written down And we all shall all become a phenomenon You scuffed your Sunday shoes when you leapt the fence To save your sister from those hungry wolves But you fell the wrong way, yeah you broke your leg And now the animals are turning their heads They're turning, no, now they're turning back They're turning back To take you to their den and lick your bones To take you down to their home and kiss all on your bones But don't be afraid to go with them Don't be afraid to be carried home The sky, it will open up, it will swallow you whole But don't worry, my love, it will feel so nice on your soul So nice on your soul And you will be laid to rest by gentle hands And you will be sorely missed by your mother and your father And you, you will become your most favorite color You, you will become your most favorite color And like the dinosaurs discovered, and laid to rest Like the dinosaurs puzzled over, and laid to rest Like the dinosaurs pieced back together, and laid to rest Don't you fret for your baby sister now