Intro
Brightly beams our father’s mercy from his lighthouse evermore
But to us is left the keeping of the lights along the shore
Let the lower lights keep burning send a gleam across the wave
Some poor restless struggling seaman you may rescue you may save
Phillip Bliss, Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy, 1870
V1
Why don’t the earth just open wide and shallow me up whole
And end this crucifying pain in the marrow of my bone
It seems like when I struggle up to gasp a breath of air
Something heavy wraps me up and pulls me back down there
Chorus
To that bad space
And it ain’t no place to be no no
That bad space
What will it take to set me free?
V2
If I press this blade enough it will open up my flesh
And maybe it will bleed and ease this fullness in my chest
Warm red blood a flowing thick upon the floor
To justify my anxious cries to open up the door
Full Chorus
To this bad space
And it ain’t no place to be no no
This bad space
What will it take to set me free?
Lord is it pain, is it scars, is it faith that I need
To cut the ropes that tie my soul up to this whipping tree
Lord is it pain, is it scars, is it faith that I need
To send a gleam across the wave and somehow set me free
V3
Something snapped deep inside a twisted woodened break
And left my heart stranded upon this splintered stake
Maybe something accidental that might ease their pain
And minimize the questioning of when I’ gone insane
Full Chorus
Exit
Richard, William supper’s ready