To Kingdom Come

Passion Pit · Manners [2009]

That's a frosty way to speak

To tell me how to live next to your potpourri

All this talking pulls my teeth

I believed in you so you'd believe in



Me, I cried out "God!"

You dared me in the dark

I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark

So now I hide in piles

Of princely orange peels

It feels the way you told me

How it'd always feel



Once I had a name to claim

I scraped on all the walls

Like an orthodox saint

I wish for the same old things

That turned me inside out,

Keeling in such pain

It's all a game



Me, I cried out "God!"

You dared me in the dark

I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark

So now I hide in piles

Of princely orange peels

It feels the way you told me

How it'd always feel



Never have I ever been

Clutching at your hair

To cure you of some sin

But that's the kind of state I'm in

Swimming in a pool of godly medicine



Come, come hear it calling me yelling like

If ever there was someone who could make things

Heavenly again

Feel alright!



Me, I cried out "God!"

You dared me in the dark

I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark

So now I hide in piles

Of princely orange peels

It feels the way you told me

How it'd always feel



Me, I cried out "God!"

You dared me in the dark

I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark

So now I hide in piles

Of princely orange peels

It feels the way you told me

How it'd always feel