The Easy Confidence Songtext
von Quiet Company
The Easy Confidence Songtext
I was screaming out your name,
I guess you never heard me.
But I was screaming it for years,
and I think I deserve
a reason for why you′ve been so elusive.
Now I've been thinking about my life and I can′t believe that
I have wasted so much time trying to be what
everyone loves,
the prodigal son returning.
Oh, what a sight,
the prodigal son returning.
If Jesus Christ ever reached down
and touched my life,
he certainly left no sign to let me know he had.
And I wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time,
it′s just that now my heart longs for things that probably don′t exist.
But now I think I see this for what it is.
Oh my soul!
Oh, my soul is tired,
but I've got an itch to scratch,
I′ve got a stone to throw,
and I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones.
I've got a bone to pick,
and I want to pick it clean!
Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief.
I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.
I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.
And this is the part where my exit starts,
becase I caught a glimpse of the father′s heart.
Do we want something we can't have?
Do we want something we can′t have?
So come on, friends,
count up your sins:
one for being human,
two for being born like this.
This isn't love.
We're not in love.
If you wanted love,
you just should′ve spoken up.
I guess you never heard me.
But I was screaming it for years,
and I think I deserve
a reason for why you′ve been so elusive.
Now I've been thinking about my life and I can′t believe that
I have wasted so much time trying to be what
everyone loves,
the prodigal son returning.
Oh, what a sight,
the prodigal son returning.
If Jesus Christ ever reached down
and touched my life,
he certainly left no sign to let me know he had.
And I wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time,
it′s just that now my heart longs for things that probably don′t exist.
But now I think I see this for what it is.
Oh my soul!
Oh, my soul is tired,
but I've got an itch to scratch,
I′ve got a stone to throw,
and I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones.
I've got a bone to pick,
and I want to pick it clean!
Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief.
I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.
I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.
And this is the part where my exit starts,
becase I caught a glimpse of the father′s heart.
Do we want something we can't have?
Do we want something we can′t have?
So come on, friends,
count up your sins:
one for being human,
two for being born like this.
This isn't love.
We're not in love.
If you wanted love,
you just should′ve spoken up.
Writer(s): Taylor Glen Muse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com