Texty: Duke Special. Your Vandal. Low.

Mercy me and mercy you
I've stained your dress and bruised you too
I pledged a million sorry eyes
Stumbling, undignified

All the cards came crashing down
Spin the wheels to leave the crown
Mercy you and mercy me
You're still in love in spite of me

There's comfort in the rushing wind
The silence, God, is deafening
But I've forgotten how to feel
It's easier to fake it

So calling all the born agains
I need your tears and sweet amends
Mercy out and mercy in
I hope that I can make it

Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low

So flicker through like radio
You never know, you never know
My promises are paper thin
Swallow up your joy

So calling all the born agains
I need your tears and sweet amends
Mercy out and mercy in
I hope that I can make it

Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low