T H E G A L L O W S LyricsI've been mixing my metaphors when it comes to You
'Cause I'm a son, I'm a bride, the acquitted, and the accused
And I know those last two are the other way around
'Cause I'm no longer lost but I forget that I'm found
And You paid all my debt but I still live like the rent is due
But You hung on that tree
To keep me from the gallows
But You hung on that tree
To keep me from the gallows
I've been mixing my metaphors when it comes to us
'Cause You're the Vine, I'm the branches, You're the wine to all my empty cups
And I keep finding myself in the wrong part of this tale
But I'm not the point, 'cause You succeed where I've failed
And all the cracks that I created are forever closed by Your blood
And You hung on that tree
To keep me from the gallows
And You hung on that tree
To keep me from the gallows
And You hung on that tree
To keep me from the gallows
And You hung on that tree
To keep me from the gallows
And that would've been enough for me
But You want me at Your feet, You want me at Your feast
And that would've been enough for me
But You want me at Your feet, You want me at Your feast
And that would've been enough for me
But You want me at Your feet, You want me at Your feast
And that would've been enough for me
But You want me at Your feet, You want me at Your feastYou might also like2