Who knew clouds tastes like
A miracle coated in my dreams
Such an awkwardly pleasing sensation
You only feel when you find your
When you find yourself

My bitten nails can't help me outta this one
Use my conscience as a shovel to refill this hole
Self taught lessons are the trials I'm betraying
So I'm left praying and they're heard by
Heaven alone

Sinners can be innocent too
Don't judge a story by its title
Read between lines, not the quality of pages
Study the forward paths leading you
Leading you home again

My bitten nails can't help me outta this one
Use my conscience as a shovel to refill this hole
Self taught lessons are the trials I'm betraying
So I'm left praying and they're heard by
Heaven alone

(Whistling)

My bitten nails can't help me outta this one
Use my conscience as a shovel to refill this hole
Self taught lessons are the trials I'm betraying
So I'm left praying and they're heard by
Heaven alone
*Repeat as necessary, maybe band round robin?*