From the recording Nightshades
Lyrics
If God gets rich on the hearts he stole,
If silver linings line pockets with gold,
If God makes a living on our disbelief,
I know that he makes a killing on me.
I love so hard, I hate it some days.
The look of them stars that shine on your face.
The wind blowing so soft I can hear my mistakes.
Sweet Jesus you’ve made off, with each breath that I take.
If God gets rich on the hearts he stole,
If silver linings line pockets with gold,
If God makes a living on our disbelief,
I know that he makes a killing on me.
I love so hard, I hate it to bits.
The sound of my heart belies how it skips.
I wring out the memories and drink souvenirs.
Sweet Jesus you kill me each evening I’m here.
If God gets rich on the hearts he stole,
If silver linings line pockets with gold,
If God makes a living on our disbelief,
I know that he makes a killing on me.
It's all too much. I hate it tonight.
I wish I could touch what I got on my mind.
I crave restitution that ain’t mine to give. Sweet Jesus you kill me each day that I live.
If God gets rich on the hearts he stole,
If silver linings line pockets with gold,
If God makes a living on our disbelief,
I know that he makes a killing on me.
I know that he makes a killing on me.