God’s A Different Sword

Am I lucky?
Or am I just sane?
Have I been walking round in circles
Always fumbling your name

Heard it quiet
At the bottom of my drawer
A heavy conversation
That I started to ignore

Here I go
Just one more

If I left it
Just a little while
Would these questions turn to answers
In a neat little pile

Could I be good
On my own accord?
Well, heaven knows I know need it
But God's a different sword

Here I go
Just one more

I feel better
No, I feel awake
Well, I've been lying in a hook net
Just waiting for my break

Can't deny it
My body keeps the score
But if you tell me that you need it
I can get up off my floor

Here I go
Just one more

Woke up early
Just a rule I've laid
Now my future's written out
On my Sunday dinner plate

Could I be good
On my own accord?
Well, heaven knows I know need it
But God's a different sword

Here I go
Just one more