Текст: Matt Nathanson. Still Waiting For Spring. Everything You Say Sounds Like Gospel.

I've got bravery that shorts out on me
I see superstars in common thieves
And I see all you give up
And I try to be as much

Everything you say
It sounds like gospel
Everything you say
It sounds like gospel to me

I feel cheated, tangled up repeatedly
Owed a piece of everything
And still you come around
With scissors to cut me down

Everything you say
It sounds like gospel
Everything you say
It sounds like gospel to me

It's all I can do to win for you