Scott Merritt - Indispensable lyrics

Bet some poor Baptist cut his hands good Putting in these pretty windows This strange gift from her majesty Chapel for six nations Her indispensable people Joe Brant coughing in the trees there Tries to lie down cold and deep But all the lies, there'll be no sleep They howl down through the bones 'N' howl down through the steeple The white paint tall in the pines And bright gla** like wounds in the side All high up on the ridge there You squint, it shines Twice now the fire took the steeple Twice down in coals it went Twice built back with some white hands And that's all I know Except the ground is full Of indispensable people