Asleep on the Church Steps Lyrics

All we are is pieces moving back and forth, little cogs in a machine that churns out movement…

In the days when you were young, a queer machine in robes of color with radiant pink and purple thoughts.
It turns out movement just goes unnoticed.

I've been waiting for a cross to grow out of the ground aligning with your bones.

And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Show him hell.
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Now throw him in.

In the days before your love, an oddity in a nervous summer with blatant anti social thoughts.
It turns out movement just goes unnoticed.

I've been waiting for a cross to grow.
Across display of self righteous repose.

And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Show him hell.
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Now throw him in.

All we are is pieces moving back and forth, little cogs in a machine that churns out movement…