Simple Songtext
von Bourbon Tabernacle Choir

Let′s keep this simple
Let's not compete
An ending′s beginning
A body's retreat
There's no perfect silence
And no selfish sound
This pain we can share it
There′s enough to go around

So let′s keep this simple
And space won't defeat us
No pity, no pedestals
No distance to cheat us
We′re right at the edge now
And ready to fall
From instinct and reason
To nothing at all


And here's where the experts must suffer
So much wiser to stay dumb
And pay attention to our heart beats
Here they come, Here they come

Here come the bullets
And here come the nails
The shots that we fire
Attachments we wail
So let′s break this right down
I know the changes sound wrong
It's time to dispose all arrangements
And time to get down to song

And our hearts are made stronger
But tell me when this trial ends
Is this some sort of rehearsal?
I think I′m missing the point

Now fill our heads up with details
When all methods disappoint
Oh there really ain't no purpose
There really ain't no point


So let′s keep this simple
And space won′t defeat us
Rest your beautiful face now
There's no death between us