Close To Gold (Live from Chicago)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jake] And I could not tell by the power of The prophet spit fire all through your blood If Jesus had brothers like I do here Then walking on water is a blissful fear [Verse 2: Jake] The demons and lions bow their heads in shame The devil appeared in the Bible camp You baptized my grief with a kiss of grace Then cut off my ears and I feel no pain [Verse 3: Jake, All] The pictures are plagued with amazing grace And Mary held liquor, so passionate I kill a man, with fists, so he knew me well [Chorus: Jake with Nathan] It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey It's like home, hey It's like home, hey It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey [Interlude] [Bridge: Jake] I've seen it all It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold It's gold, it's gold, it's gold I've seen it all It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold And it's gold, it's gold, it's gold I've seen it all It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold It's gold, it's gold, it's gold [Verse 1: All] And I could not tell by the power of The prophets spit fire all through your blood If Jesus had brothers like I do here Then walking on water is a blissful fear [Spoken Outro: Jake] Thank you very much