Listen Through Me - Thrice

See these ragged shoes?

The soles have worn straight through, while I’ve proclaimed

The king who sang the blues.

If you’ve got better news then make it plain.

He laid aside his crown

All our crimes he carried

Was lifted from the ground

And with our burdens buried.

Listen to me, though I speak of sober things

Listen through me, though a man of lips unclean.

I speak truly what you only think you’ve heard

Everything hangs on a word.

Sparing no expense, he made recompense for all the earth;

this story’s an offense, so get down from that fence and bless or curse.

He laid aside his crown

All our crimes he carried

Was lifted from the ground

And with our burdens buried.

When shadows all had clung and the light diminished, he emptied out his lungs,

crying «It is finished!»

Listen to me, though I speak of sober things

Listen through me, though a man of lips unclean.

I speak truly what you only think you’ve heard

Everything hangs on a word.