Father James's Song / Treasures of the Gospel / I Will Bow and Besimple

This is gospel for the fallen ones
 Locked away in permanent slumber
 Assembling their philosophies
 From pieces of broken memories
 Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
 But they haven't seen the best of us yet
 If you love me let me go
 If you love me let me go
 'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
 The fear of falling apart
 And truth be told, I never was yours
 The fear, the fear of falling apart
 Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart This is gospel for the vagabonds,
 Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards
 Confessing their apostasies
 Led away by imperfect impostors
 Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
 And bury me alive
 'Cause I won't give up without a fight
 If you love me let me go
 If you love me let me go
 'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
 The fear of falling apart
 And truth be told, I never was yours
 The fear, the fear of falling apart
 Oh, the fear of falling apart
 Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart
 (Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart)
 The fear of falling apart