PLEASE TRY LATER!
It’s like a dream when you’re not there
Just the sound of rushing air
In the space where help should be
Is the face you don’t always see
If only we knew where the rough roads were
If only we knew what mists we’d stir
Then we’d know where to be
Then we’d know where to be

Praying hands like fleshy glands
Reaching for the sky
God do this and God do that
Never ask Him why
No, never asking
Never asking
Never asking why

It’s like a TV with the sound turned off
What looks hard is really soft
In the queue for tomorrow’s show
There are those that don’t wanna go
You’d think we’d have learnt peace by now
That we’d be happy ‘cos we know how
Watching the brake lites glow
Watching the brake lites glow

Praying hands like fleshy glands
Reaching for the sky
God do this and God do that
Never ask Him why
No, never asking
Never asking
Never asking why

It’s like the captain of a pirate ship
You feel the Flying Dutchman’s grip
As you sail your inner seas
Love is there for free

But as you tack into the wind
Sailing across the sea of sins
You find the final freeze
You find the final freeze

Praying hands like fleshy glands
Reaching for the sky
God do this and God do that
Never ask Him why
No, never asking
Never asking
Never asking why

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) 2009 The Dark Brothers.

Lyrics by Peter Greatorex.
Music by George Davies/Peter Greatorex