Your neck is craned a lazy quarter

of the distance down your back

creating a reason for the blood to go there.

To know now my only veins

and your hands across my back and where you're resting when you, when you rest



broke from the sins of our shoulders

run its motors to waters to struggle and end.

now my only veins

and your hands across my back and where you're resting when you, when you rest



Cried at the funeral cause you can go anywhere

to be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours.

I'm dying to try to stop the wind,

leave the leaves left leave and leave

to be hollowed by thy name and mine name ours.

It's hours to be where

b is for Bethlehem where Jesus was a fisherman.

I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why.

Jesus was a fisherman,

fishing men from the devil hands,

and the devil was made red to live a damned life.



The red in your face is touchable

to the blues and the Muscles in a memory.

Where I have lost my voice

now I smell like paste again and again and again.

My bend to bend my anchor

people out of the bible

to stand in the rain

and be where



b is for Bethlehem.

Well Jesus was a fisherman,

I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why.



Jesus was a fisherman,

fishing men from the devil hands,

and the devil was made red to live a damned life.



b is for Bethlehem.

Well Jesus was a fisherman,

I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why.



Jesus was a fisherman,

fishing men from the devil hands,

and the devil was made red to live a damned life.



Jesus was a fisherman

Jesus was a fisherman

Jesus was a fisherman



b is for Bethlehem