Jesus Noise Songtext
von Mark Lint

Jesus needs a dressing down, sacrificing stuff around
But he cannot make a single sound for you
Jesus made a big mistake, promises too big to fake
He couldn′t get the earth to shake for you

Everybody's getting down all over this holy town
I get weary of the sound, I do

Glory in the highest wail; it′s how they pray
I got good at blocking it out in my younger days


Jesus left a mustard seed, grew into an ugly tree
Multiplying forth to feed on you
Final days that came and went barely even made a dent
Only what you might invent is true

Glory in a high-pitched wail that wafts away
I got good at blocking it out in my stronger days

Glory to the highest fail to come our way
I got good at blocking it out in my clearer days
Hard the herald angels singing as they fall, and what the hey?
May we all grow out of this now here in better days, wiser days