It Sounds Better Than It Sounds

It’s a crime that you close your eyes
It’s a shame that you hear no beauty
When it’s calling out to you, you non-believer
That song’s not sung to just everyone
Remember when you weren’t scared to fall
When you did, there were arms to hold you
They’re still reaching out for you
But you won’t receive them
And those arms don’t reach out to just everyone
Turn away and these things are soon gone
Most don’t ever find a sun to keep them warm in winter
Most don’t ever find a calm inside a storm
But you let it slip away
The doctor says she can save your arm
The preacher says he can save your soul
But me, I’m trying to get to you
To save you from yourself
And the bright lights that leave you in the dark
Turn away and these things soon are gone
Most don’t ever find a sun to keep them warm in winter
Most don’t ever find a calm inside a storm
But you let it slip away