Top of my head i tell my stories
Couple of chords so its not boring
Sing my songs to raise the glory
Holy, holy, holy
Pieces of paper in my pocket
Put it away now, zip it lock it
Whos those notes for, who you talkin to?
He is more important than you
Look to the stars and im barenaked
Dreaming of clouds so cold to placate
Give me your jacket and ill take it
Holy, unholy, im gonna make it