Big Beat

You catch everything I never could You believed when I gave up for good And when you stand beside me, I could tell I'm stronger than I've ever been But if you're leave, you know you don't come back I came home last night, I had no good news I came home last night, I had no good news And you've been sleeping through the brightest flash of apocalyptic ruin And if you leave, I'll never sing another tune Put on your red shoes; sing it to me, lover-girl When you do, my love, I forget the world And if you say "run," I may run with you I've got nothing else, I've got nowhere else As the sun goes fading in the west There's an army east that's rising still And when you stand beside me, I feel something stronger than I ever could But if you leave, you better run away for good

This beat up Bible Dusty on a shelf Worn out and torn up, don't look like much, But it'll get you through hell It's been held in the hands Of all the ones that I love It might be falling off the binding but every line in it still holds up In this beat up Bible, yeah That old recliner, in this living room She was sitting right there, teaching me a prayer, all that she knew About the words on the pages About the greatest gift Where you find the truth, you find the proof, of how love still lives In this beat up Bible I can hear her saying, "Baby when your praying, give him all your words, he'll give you all you need" When your crying and your hurting and nothing else is working All you gotta do is just believe In this beat up Bible In this beat up Bible I was holding her hand When she was on her way home She said, "baby don't cry I'm going to see the one who rolled away the stone", yeah I can hear her saying, "Baby when your praying, give him all your words, he'll give you all you need" I'm crying and I'm hurting and nothing else is working So I open up the pages and start to read This beat up Bible Dusty on the shelf Worn out and torn up, don't look like much, But it gets you through hell

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