
Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Song language: English
(If) the Book Doesn't Sell |
More so than me |
She knows my name |
And more so than me |
Understands this pain |
I’m either too lost |
Or not lost enough |
I think I’m too smart |
For this type of love |
I wasn’t sent off |
But straight to the ground |
And I know God best |
Is one with no crown |
Don’t know why the past affects me in this way |
Don’t know where I’ll go if I leave here today |
But I know my limits and you’re not the type |
To be fooling around in this way |
No reason you’re here but there’s reasons to stay |
Not as easy to know as it’s easy to say |
'Cause to my family and my friends I can’t think of one thing |
That I gain |
But more for me |
And more for me |
More |
For me |
Age 14 at midnight I hear voices from the kitchen |
I let my feet follow the sound as I let my ears listen |
I walk upstairs and at the kitchen table I can see |
That God is sitting with the Devil, sharing drinks and old stories |
The floorboard creaks |
A red embarrassment floods all throughout God’s face |
He swears that it’s not what it looks like |
Then he swears he can explain |
The Devil speaks, «Your God and I put all our differences to rest Now man’s |
actions are his own |
But man will blame us nonetheless» |
The Devil stands |
He grabs his keys and straightens out a rusted crown |
He tells me, «Hell is frozen over |
Heaven burned down to the ground |
And you have only got one life |
So do with it what you would like |
We solemnly apologize but we won’t be there when you die» |
And I stand cold and alone |
In a body that won’t move |
Watching the eyes of these gods that I once knew |
One pair looks down in a half-hearted lie while the other looks straight into |
mine with a whole truth |
Lacking the fear I’ve been told that God deserves |
I say, «What good is a prayer that goes unheard» |
He says, «What hope could they find in a book |
If the book doesn’t sell and the pages stay unturned» |
And with a wink, the Devil turns and exits the back door |
And God is standing there in silence with his eyes glued to the floor |
But then he speaks |
«I am no savior but I give them what they need |
And there has never been a dreamer who prefers reality |
The war for truth is raging on but it’s not one you have to fight |
And if it is the truth you want, then it is hope you’ll sacrifice |
It’s yours to choose |
And you can choose |
This is not the way I am, this is just how I was raised |
So let me make up my own mind, let me map out my own way |
And to the parents of the kids with tongues down in their throats |
Because of tears that you will cry |
If they don’t stick to what they know |
I’m sure you’re giving it your best |
And I am sure it takes a toll |
But whether God given or not |
Our lives are not to be controlled |
Just let us choose |