Paroles: Me Without You. Four Word Letter (Pt. Two).

I wrote a four word letter with post-script in crooked lines
"Though I'd lived I'd never been alive"
You know who I am, you held my hem as I traveled blind
Listening to the whispering in my ear soft but getting stronger
Telling me only purpose of my being here is to stay a bit longer

Stealing a bicycle chain
As the handlebars crashed to the ground
The back wheel detached from the frame
Kept rolling, yeah, but aimlessly drifting around

Oh, doubters, let's go down
Let's go down, won't you come on down?
Oh doubters, let's go down
Down to the river to pray?

"Oh, but I'm so small, I can barely be seen
How can this great love be inside of me?"
Look at your eyes, they're small in size
But they see enormous things

Wearing black canvas slippers in our frog-on-a-lily-pad pose
We sewed buttons and zippers to Chinese pink silk
And olive night clothes if you can someday stop by somehow
We'll show you the pictures and fix you some tea
See my dad's getting a bit older now and just unimaginably lonely

Oh, pretenders, let's go down
Let's go down, won't you come on down?
Oh, pretenders, let's go down
Down to the river to pray?

Oh, but I'm so afraid or I'm set in my ways
But He'll make the rabbits and rocks sing His praise
"Oh, but I'm too tired, I won't last long"
No, He'll use the weak to overcome the strong

Oh, Amanda, let's go down
Let's go down, won't you come on down?
Mama, Nana, let's go down
Down in the dirt by the river to pray

You strike the match, why not be utterly changed by fire
To sacrifice the shadow and the mist
Of a brief life you never much liked
So if you'd care to come along
We're gonna curb all our never-ending clever complaining
As who's ever heard of a singer criticized by his song?

We hunger, but though all that we eat brings us little relief
We don't know quite what else to do
We have all our beliefs but we don't want our beliefs
God of peace, we want You