God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground
God, there's a hangman that wants to come around


How we rise when we're born
like the ravens in the corn
on their wings, on our knees

crawling careless from the sea

God, give us love in the time that we have


God, there are guns growing out of our bones
God, every road takes us farther from home


All these men that you made
how we wither in the shade

of your trees, on your wings
we are carried to the sea


God, give us love in the time that we have