4Twentyone

We make heartaches of our Mondays,

Bleeding and bruising survival out of our skins

I swear we treat redemption like it’ll always be there

A dirty city too busy to save itself

We’re always itching to defect but we keep Romans 4:21 our way through it

It does feel dark, doesn’t it, like there isn’t any likelihood of the dimmest light ahead

There’ll be fire, fire in the morning, fire in the evening even when we feel like falling(6x)

I think I clocked my God was tuned in when it dawned on me, I’m still on two feet and He’s never reallyfailed me yet

Something between a prayer and a screech

I think I’ve lost my bestfriend but I’m still praying to God to keep him safe

All I’ve done so far is second guess myself, alluding to a future glory to see me through this pain

It does feel dark, doesn’t it, like there isn’t any likelihood of the dimmest light ahead

There’ll be fire, fire in the morning, fire in the evening even when we feel like falling(6x)