Grass Fires by Evan Bartels Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well I'd rather grow up poor and die young
Than be a rich man who never knew the world for what it was
You may have some words for me 'bout what you think I've done
But 'til you see that splinter, best just hold your tongue
[Chorus]
I see grass fires burning all around
I hear church bells ringing while they're falling to the ground
I see sinners begging for grace
But you hide behind your walls, slam the door in their face
Father, forgive them, they know not what they do
[Verse 2]
I found God in the bed of a whore
Trying to lose myself
Nothing less, nothing more
When you said to kill my Isaac
I picked up my sword
And it's there I first saw mercy
So I praised Him for the [?]
[Chorus]
I see grass fires burning all around
I hear church bells ringing while they're falling to the ground
I see sinners begging for grace
But you hide behind your walls, you spit in my face
Father, forgive them, they know not what they do
[Verse 3]
Well I'd rather grow up poor and die young
Than be a rich man who never knew the world for what it was
You may have some words for me 'bout what you think I've done
But 'til you see that splinter, best just hold your tongue
Well I'd rather grow up poor and die young
Than be a rich man who never knew the world for what it was
You may have some words for me 'bout what you think I've done
But 'til you see that splinter, best just hold your tongue
[Chorus]
I see grass fires burning all around
I hear church bells ringing while they're falling to the ground
I see sinners begging for grace
But you hide behind your walls, slam the door in their face
Father, forgive them, they know not what they do
[Verse 2]
I found God in the bed of a whore
Trying to lose myself
Nothing less, nothing more
When you said to kill my Isaac
I picked up my sword
And it's there I first saw mercy
So I praised Him for the [?]
[Chorus]
I see grass fires burning all around
I hear church bells ringing while they're falling to the ground
I see sinners begging for grace
But you hide behind your walls, you spit in my face
Father, forgive them, they know not what they do
[Verse 3]
Well I'd rather grow up poor and die young
Than be a rich man who never knew the world for what it was
You may have some words for me 'bout what you think I've done
But 'til you see that splinter, best just hold your tongue