Shirtsleeves - Vitral Lyrics

Open your eyes
And shine a gold wide smile
You are like an angel
This is heaven
But nothing is fine, Look

Y'all came to see but this needs faith and the sour taste of guilt
Man-made, maybe mistake, write a book and call it your truth god's taste
When the earth shakes from whom you plead, in what you believe?
It won't change anything
It won't change anything but

Hold, your hands together
And pretend to pray
Hold, your hands together
And pretend to pray

I'm at the door, I need someone
I trust no lord, so I'm on my own
On my own but

Hold, your hands together
And pretend to pray
Why will you pray?
Hold, your hands together
And pretend to pray

But I won't pretend, no more
I won't pretend, no more