The Beauty In Store Songtext
von Beaver Nelson

The sunlight to make you squint
And all night to act as evidence
And someone to pace the floor
And broken clocks remindin′ of forgotten time
And whips to crack your ass back in line
I beat down the door
Tried to prepare you for
The beauty in store


Every eye you have not looked into
And smiles that paint your whole world blue
And black as the ocean floor
That gold you find digging in the dirt
And blood that's left to even stain your shirt
I beat down the door
Tried to prepare you for
The beauty in store

Let′s head back down this road
Away from the lights of town
Pain is an easy load
It's the joy that drags you down

A helping hand that's been blistered raw
And one lone child sitting on a see-saw
Spending all the hope he can afford
That feeling you got that you can′t give a sound
And every thought too fast to write it down
I beat down the door
Tried to prepare you for
The beauty in store