Anita Cazzola: Vocals, Guitar
Liv Cazzola: Vocals
Sam Gleason: Organ
Lyrics
Small post-communion
gathering in the garden
Skip down the road
and a bomb goes off
and I’m so scared I run
but you’re so scared you stay
where you are.
Mom and dad died,
say goodbye to my brothers
and sisters,
we’re all handed out
Then you tell me that it’s
God who can save us -
odd that he’s hurt us
When will he hear me just
pray someone will be my witness
so I can give them a turn to hold this
Stroll after church on a
Sunday, talk about
how we can stay who we are
‘round comes a car and it
pins you to the wall
and I’m left with a God
who’s abandoned me again,
me again
Oh why are we taught to put
all of our trust in men
Pray someone will be my witness
so I can give them a turn to hold this
I’m taught to be gentle
and act like an angel
and pray to a man that
took away my family
No wonder I’m temptless
and endlessly understanding
and I want nothing for it
oh and I want nothing
I’m overcome
with an adoration of this constellation of my family lines
I stay up at night
and bless every one of them