Van Nuys - Hotel Books

[00:13.36]Every church has a steeple
[00:14.91]And their own form of suicide
[00:16.30]And I’d like to think if I lived through the Bible
[00:18.04]Soon after, I would have probably died
[00:20.19]But I have no weapons, just a lot of ammunition
[00:22.73]And the muddy waters I’m stepping in
[00:24.12]Until you showed me my own wisdom
[00:25.82]I promised myself I’d never neglect another gray sky
[00:29.35]Take another trip to Van Nuys and stop at Best Buy
[00:31.89]To see if the record I wrote has sold enough
[00:34.14]For me to just fade out and let time pass by
[00:35.93]
[00:38.91]And I don’t know where I stand
[00:41.05]So I guess I’ll just fall apart
[00:43.80]Because I know there’s blood on my hands
[00:46.99]If there’s still hate in my heart
[00:51.96]And I don’t know where I stand
[00:53.80]So I guess I’ll just fall apart
[00:56.55]Because I know there’s blood on my hands
[00:59.24]If there’s still hate in my heart
[01:01.77]
[01:04.02]I booked a flight back to Los Angeles
[01:05.81]I’ll be back in the valley, I hope you can handle it
[01:07.95]Because nothing says ‘I love you’ quite like your iron fist
[01:10.87]And I’m fine with it, as long as you’re happy
[01:14.55]I guess there’s a reason the artist is rarely in the painting
[01:17.05]A self portrait is too personal to create for sustaining
[01:20.44]So where is God in this creation, other than our clouds?
[01:23.32]This mystery we pray to, hoping it will water our grounds
[01:25.61]
[01:29.52]And I don’t know where I stand
[01:30.87]So I guess I’ll just fall apart
[01:32.66]And I know there’s blood on my hands
[01:35.98]If there’s still hate in my heart
[01:41.42]And I don’t know where I stand
[01:43.81]So I guess I’ll just fall apart
[01:45.82]Because I know there’s blood on my hands
[01:49.25]If there’s still hate in my heart
[01:52.43]
[01:53.93]Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
[02:06.02]I’m picturing out my burial
[02:10.45]But my heart is afraid of love
[02:18.77]Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
[02:30.43]I’m picturing out my burial
[02:35.07]But my heart is afraid of love
[02:40.59]I’m afraid of love
[02:50.74]Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
[03:03.30]I’m picturing out my burial
[03:07.83]But my heart is afraid of love
[03:13.15]I’m afraid of love