Jesus lived in a motel room - Hyukoh

I had to tell you

Don’t you feel fear

Done telling people no need to say

I had to tell you

Why can’t you hear

Anxiety surrounding me

I had to tell you

There’s no big deal

It happens all the time

So honestly not a thing to fix

My mama always told me

Don’t waste a minute

Nirvana as how it is

And papa always told me

Vigilance vivid

Or you will loose what you got

Then they both tried to warn me

Closed door falls into silence

I’m drifted too far away

Then it went out of sight and

No outline’s left

Now time to go back

Ocean of tears

Before the sailing gotta turn back

Now it’s the time to go back

My tongue can make or break

Before I slip and realize

Yeah, it’s the time to go back

He hasn’t figured it out

Guess I should have to go back

Maybe I’m bout to go to hell

Some things are roaming

It’s so hard to pull it out

Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand

I look for my bible to shore

Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere

So I go through the table, under my bed to figure

No, I should better get down on my knees

Knocking on the heaven’s door it maybe hell it could be

Focus on to focus I close my eyes

Then Oye yells

Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand

I look for my bible to shore

Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere

So I go through the table, under my bed to figure

No, I should better get down on my knees

Knocking on the heavens door it maybe hell it could be

Focus on to focus I close my eyes

Then Oye yells