Another drag on my cigarette,
has your grace has run out yet?
You tell me to “come and die.”
“Don’t try to stop the noise inside.”
I argue foolishly,
“Its what I do for me, what I need.”
You just say “Give Me a try.”
You’re the only thing that satisfies.
I’m praying that you meet me here.
I’m praying, “Please don’t leave me in this fire burning
in the belly of this idol.”
I know you hate my secret sin.
You know I’m only coping
You know that I’m not ready to give up or give in
You offer me new air to breathe
Your beauty for the ashes I seek.
Oh Give me a willing spirit
to want what you want.
You want me to be free,
free to breathe
Take a look at the hurt inside
and the pain I’m trying to hide
You tell me my heart is good.
Will you heal me like you said you would?
I’m tired of the game I’m in
this idol’s never been my friend
Can you really break this lie?
and give me more than counterfeits?
So show me there’s no rush compared
to your love
There’s no better place of comfort.
Take a deep inhale of grace
from your heart
I’m seeing, there’s a life beyond the hiding
A rest beyond striving
There is grace that goes beyond all the scars
CREDITS:
Words and Melody by Jana Spicka
Guitar Framework by Chuck Spicka
Drums: Mark Pungercar
Piano: Stephanie Sapp
Bass: Valarie Simpson
Elec Guitar: Dan Davis
Elec Guitars: Amar Lal
Wurlitzer, Synths and Additional Electric Guitars: J Chris Griffin