Gospels

Gospels - Josh Britton, Psalmships I have been to Boston, I've been to hell and back I've survived my fathers heart attack I guess the mountains never grow until there's no room I guess tonight there's just another moon All my fingers crooked from the day before Still have something left enough to close the door I guess our wounds are never healed, they just get overgrown I guess we all consume eachothers bones All these thorns curl out from the form that I keep The ocean spills its secrets on the shore where I sleep I guess some memories will never see the sun I guess our work is never really done I guess our work is never really done I guess our work is never really done I guess our work is never really done I guess our work is never really done