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