Irrationally Divine Songtext
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Irrationally Divine Songtext
Well wouldn′t you say
That you'd taken enough
It′s as if the balance
Were overstated
Who couldn't hope for more
Than what it's come down to
And I couldn′t take this any longer
And I couldn′t wait
For you to tell me
That it will all be over soon
And it's oh so miraculous how
The world spins around
But then, who could know it
If it hadn′t been named
Though the world may be
Losing the plot
All is not lost
All will be made well
Our story's ours to claim
And even in the dark
You′re haunting me again
The one last hope that I'd
Be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I′d now change
At the word of a ghost
So when this taxing and sullen wasteland
Smites itself for blasphemy, what's next?
Will our crusades rise up
And conquer hell?
And in the tares amongst the refuse
Once you burn the whole thing down
What can your loose change do
With no water in the well?
And it's oh so miraculous how
The world spins around
But then, who could know it
If it hadn′t been named?
Though the world may be
Losing the plot
All is not lost
All will be made well
Our story′s ours to claim
And even in the dark
You're haunting me again
The one last hope that I′d
Be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I'd now change
At the word of a ghost
And it′s oh so miraculous how
The world spins around
But then, who could know it
If it hadn't been named?
Though the world may be losing the plot
All is not lost
All will be made well
Our story′s ours to claim
And even in the dark
You're haunting me again
The one last hope that I
Would be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I've now changed
At the word of a ghost
And even in the dark
You are haunting me again
The one last hope that I
Would be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I have changed
At the word of a ghost
That you'd taken enough
It′s as if the balance
Were overstated
Who couldn't hope for more
Than what it's come down to
And I couldn′t take this any longer
And I couldn′t wait
For you to tell me
That it will all be over soon
And it's oh so miraculous how
The world spins around
But then, who could know it
If it hadn′t been named
Though the world may be
Losing the plot
All is not lost
All will be made well
Our story's ours to claim
And even in the dark
You′re haunting me again
The one last hope that I'd
Be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I′d now change
At the word of a ghost
So when this taxing and sullen wasteland
Smites itself for blasphemy, what's next?
Will our crusades rise up
And conquer hell?
And in the tares amongst the refuse
Once you burn the whole thing down
What can your loose change do
With no water in the well?
And it's oh so miraculous how
The world spins around
But then, who could know it
If it hadn′t been named?
Though the world may be
Losing the plot
All is not lost
All will be made well
Our story′s ours to claim
And even in the dark
You're haunting me again
The one last hope that I′d
Be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I'd now change
At the word of a ghost
And it′s oh so miraculous how
The world spins around
But then, who could know it
If it hadn't been named?
Though the world may be losing the plot
All is not lost
All will be made well
Our story′s ours to claim
And even in the dark
You're haunting me again
The one last hope that I
Would be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I've now changed
At the word of a ghost
And even in the dark
You are haunting me again
The one last hope that I
Would be finally left alone
Has gone the way of sleep
The petty and mundane
Oh, the things that I have changed
At the word of a ghost
Writer(s): Jacob Clayton Boyd, Jesse Zachary Kickasola, Stephen Austin Jarboe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com