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

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