The Missing Wife Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep? 

I shall collect myself after I weep 

Then garb myself in ocean blue 

With no method of goodbye for you 

Should the marsh render a crane to cry 

And should the sea suspend it's gulls to fly 

I'll lend myself unto their wings 

And hear the voice of Jesus sing 

No wish for she whose whimsy does soar 

No wish to sleep forever more 

No eye shadow as thick as paint 

No pigment pleads unto the faint 

Forgiveness like a blanket of snow 

Whispers like the wind does blow 

Beckoning unto the deep 

Offering out unto the meek 

There you lay in Jesus hands 

Resting there beside the Lamb 

There will not be a circular piece 

To drive into a square shaped keep 

No hands to hold within my own 

No second soul inside our home 

I'ma walk beside the crystal sea 

Myself for my love and my love for me