Sneaky society, under the ground.
Don’t get yourself found.
Your too free to hide, they’re not giving up the fight,
it’s too proud.

Maybe, maybe you want to find love, don’t you know?
I can’t arrange that. But darling if you want a broken soul,
I could find you some blue. I’m much better at that, it’s true.

I could arrange you, don’t you know. I could arrange you some hope.

It’s like pulling teeth, sweaters and sleeves.
You’ll find your cross soon enough.
Just hoist it on up, your shoulders will bleed.
But you’ll finally be free.

© 2008 ASCAP Karli Fairbanks Music