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sebastian east lake - save in worship hall lyrics

timid, tired paintings all up on the f-cking wall. this that intuition that we in that worship hall. couldn’t catch a sale, so she sat there in despair. couldn’t break a leg, so she never tried again. friend from neimans said he’d hang her paintings in the store. invited to events, but would choose to sit at home. if you can walk through gardens in connection to the world. you can walk in even more , if neiman marcus at the mall
we tear sh-t apart and we do it for sure. if you take it all for granted
why you here all along. as she recollects the painting of the river with bees. and you’d wanna get so busy, yet you would never leave. you can’t understand the glory of what’s not guaranteed, and you never can expect no sh-t if ya couldn’t lead. take me to a better place that god could not bring. like i was reversely reminded of why i’m already here

make me in my swamp like the lesson has hit, then times that by 1000 when the pressure has hit. in life, god don’t even know when the river will hit, then you’d figure out the reason whats the rivers intent?
i could understand the way they standing out so solemn, even when some start to pray that theres no tomorrow. that’s the no kept fuse out short and shallow, so when he sends up that invite ye you couldn’t respond. you’d have to work it out like twigs run forth the garden, and even after god reach out, it still seems uncalled for. back to a whole different method and sh-t, i can’t demonize the truth but why it be all desperate and sh-t. publicity outcha, that’s the method to this, if ya squares don’t understand i’m 2 restless for sh-t
desperation, by the paintings and the art way up the hall, so you gotta scope the answer to the method that’s it

trying to escape the swamp, it so grimy. damaged by the comfort. that sh-t cyclically binding. every next step i take another as i drop sh-t, so by the time i hit the trail i’m so speedy, i might fly free
let it out before ya had run forth the garden. like we in gods garden, that sh-t cyclically binding , woke up everyday so we could
bring the waves, as all slow for
the morning breeze. d-mn, what’s the appeal
cause we loved the earth, worked the fields. knowing forward, all i know, one thing known
the earth is my only hope
don’t let the swamp take you under and let’s you sink
ya gotta see clearer, cause life broader then what ya think

paintings asking pretty prices on the f-cking wall. i don’t even get the point when its not yet in store. scared of leaving comfort, i was damaged by the comfort. but even then i still had put my life out for the public

printings out the homeland sitting ready for the public, paintings asking pretty prices on the f-cking wall, scared of leaving comfort, as i was damaged by the comfort, but even when it failed was restless long before it faint

- sebastian east lake lyrics

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