Palm Sunday Songtext
von The House Jacks

Clear blue sky with the trail of a jet still in it, baleful cry from a place I can′t locate.
Looks of dread on the hundred of silent faces.
Am I dead or didn't I get that lucky?
Cause it hurts me more than love; no pain can rifle though my brain.
More than love for the few, the guilty and the new.
It hurts me more than love, more than the flame when I bless your holy name.
More than love; as I pale belief becomes so frail, so much more than love.
Idle time, now the seconds tick by so slowly.
Pantomime actions for what i cannot hear.
On the sea, isn′t that what they told you baby? Set you free, the truth is there's no water around.
Cause it hurts me more than love; no pain can rifle though my brain.
More than love for the few, the guilty and the new.
It hurts me more than love, more than the flame when i bless your holy name.
More than love; as i pale belief becomes so frail.
More than love.
Mayday
Steady
Epiphany
Palm sunday


Duties done in the purple haze of the prophet.
Tragic one remains to watch over their sleep.
Fireball burning hotter than teenage lipstick.
Taken all, but then why am i left behind?
Cause it hurts me more than love; no pain can rifle through my brain.
More than love for the few, the guilty and the new.
It hurts me more than love, more than the flame as i bless your holy name.
More than love; as i pale belief becomes so frail.
So much more than love.