Bookcase

I have a bookcase built by my mothers father
My daddys daddy has a book that now sits upon it
In the pages there’s a Nazarene
Cut out of a magazine
He is a statue standing high over a little town
Staring down with his arms stretched out
And the boys with their nylon sheets
Jump from his head down into the streets
I know i don’t really understand these things sometimes
But i know that everything is gonna fall in line
I know i don’t really understand these things sometimes
But i know that everything is gonna fall in line
Maybe boats don’t feel like the ocean
In solid ground is unseen emotion
Underwater i’m umbilically purposed
The sun won’t burn my eyes till the surface
There’s the cloud like a boxer on his back
There’s a cloud like an encounter in a laundromat
There’s the cloud that says i’m meant for this
I was meant to always need this ditch
I know i don’t really understand these things sometimes
But i know that everything is gonna fall in line
Whats it mean when i’m encouraged by the gates of hell
Ooo
Whats it mean when i’m encouraged by the gates of hell
Ooo
I’m done i’m a passive aggression
No more a question suggestions
I’m done i’m a passive aggression
No more a question suggestions
Ooo
Ooo