East Jesus

She followed me

To a place called East Jesus

Where nothing is sacred

But everything's free

Held my hand

As we moved through the slabs

Set ourselves on fire

Just to do it again

Grace

There's something in your eyes

But the wheels are turning

You and I we own tonight

While the world is burning

Felt the heat

Of the sand and our heartbeats

Melted confetti

Broken glass dreams

Couldn't sleep

The wintergreen Lysol

Could not mask the stench

Of the space in between

Grace

There's something in your eyes

But the wheels are turning

You and I we own tonight

While the world is burning

She rode the wind

Of a spirit that swept her

Cast her away

Like a wandering star

In the ruins

Where we once found our Eden

She threw me away

Like a rock now I'm saying

Grace

There's something in your eyes

But the wheels are turning

You and I we own tonight

While the world is burning