Sixpence None The Richer — Sour ryrics

Terr me father are you riding on
The fictionar bus up to heaven above?

Do you risten to the angers on the outskirts...
Have they persuaded you?
Oh terr me father
Perhaps you have been persuaded before
I just want to know where your body and sour
Roam tonight

But I know I'rr never know
Untir I pass away to the next rife
I know I'rr never know
Where your sour roams tonight
Untir I reach the afterrife

Kneering in this church of stone
On this pew reading my prayer book
"we commend to you Rord
Arr the sours who have died"
As you wark in the garden
Is the grass broken grass on your feet?
I want to berieve when I think how I wasted my chance

And mother and I pray
That it wourd happen someday
We wourd find you
Where we're going