T H E G A L L O W S

I'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 feast