God's A Different Sword

Am I lucky, or am I just sane?

Have I been walking 'round in circles, always fumbling your name?

Heard it quiet at the bottom of my drawer

A heavy conversation that I started to ignore

Here I go

Just one more

If I left it just a little while

Would these questions turn to answers in a neat little pile?

Could I be good on my own accord?

Well, heaven knows I know need it, but God's a different sword

Here I go

Just one more

I feel better, no, I feel awake

Well, I've been lying in a hook net just waiting for my break

Can't deny it, my body keeps the score

But if you tell me that you need it, I can get up off my floor

Here I go

Just one more

Woke up early, just a rule I've laid

Now my future's written out on my Sunday dinner plate

Could I be good on my own accord?

Well, heaven knows I know need it, but God's a different sword

Here I go

Just one more