Relative Ways – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Hard to imagine and hard to perceive
To find an expression for what it all means
Panic and struggle, death and decay
It’s coming together in relative ways, yeah

This electric guitar hanging to my knees
Got a couple of verses I can barely breathe
But it’s all right, it’s okay
It’s coming together in relative ways, yeah

It’s okay, I’m a saint
I forgave your mistakes
It’s okay, I’m a saint
I forgave your mistakes

And it started to happen, it started to decay
Movement upon us, hope we make it okay
Takes a life or a couple of days
It’s coming together in relative ways, yeah

An electric guitar hangs to my knees
Got a couple of verses I can barely breathe
It’s all right, it’s okay
It’s coming together in relative ways, yeah

It’s okay, I’m a saint
I forgave your mistakes
It’s okay, I’m a saint
I forgave your mistakes
It’s okay, I’m a saint
I forgave your mistakes
It’s okay, I’m a saint
I forgave your mistakes