Where Have You Been?

Where Have You Been? - Manchester Orchestra

They call holidays an option for a reason

I heard you're coming back to life just for the fourth

I've been catching all your ghosts for every season

I pray to god you won't come back here anymore

Do you pray with him too

They should deliver all my blessings in small brown paper handbags near the porch

That I wished I'd known that you were bleeding while I sat and watched you reading with the lord

I read with him too when you look at me

I'll be digesting your legs

That I can hardly see what's in front of me these days and those days too

I've got to take what I'm making and turn it into something

I've got to take what I'm making and turn it into something for you

I've got to break what I'm making and turn it into nothing

I've got to break what I'm making and turn it into nothing for you

When you look at me I'll be digesting your legs

That I can hardly see what's in front of me these days and those days too

To where have you been

To where have you been

To where have you been

To where have you been

To my God where have you been

God my God my God where have you been

God where have you been

God where have you been