bryyn - change

We're confused 
Out of our minds
Singing church songs
On Sunday mornings

Praising the Lord
With all of my mouth
But lost in my life 
You can't make white from grey

Been hunting wild boars 
In the night and the day
Sitting in the back yard
Drinking life away

She sings songs about love
I sing mine about you
Her flowery dress is stained 
My stains are under my skin

They're under my skin

Under these iron shells
We're all silent and afraid
Under these iron shells
Under 

You know the truth
And were nearly the same
Your beautiful with your clothes on
Lets go back to the garden

I see myself in everyone
Lost at play
I see myself in everyone
Lost at play

Under these iron shells
We're all waiting to be changed
Under these iron shells
Under