Texty: Paul Weller. All Good Books.

Jesus could hear us now
Bending all His words of which He's proud
But the carpenter was only making invitations
Voicing the opinions of others

Sending down a word that travels well
Only as a vessel, as a bell
And the violence you've mistaken
In the words you took to be taken

And the images of hatred
Against all that we're worth
All that we love
All that is true
All we hold dear

Mohammed could see us now
Shaking down the walls but not as prayer
And the power games that play out
And the lies that come within out

And the sacrifice should make out
Against all that we are worth
All that we love
All that is true
All we dream of

All that you give
All for we live
All that we love