It looks a lot like givin' up

Peace we bring is a bitter cup

Set our bodies down like offerings

While we pray to the god of lesser things



If the wind should shake this house apart

The cradle hits the ground with a broken heart

Will we say we never knew a thing?

While we pray to the god of the lesser things



Is there grace for a wayward heart?

Is there grace for a wayward heart?

Grace, grace



Ash to ash and dust to dust

Steel on steel or rain to rust

What mortal breath blood money brings

Forth from the altar of the lesser things