Accusing God of Foul Play Lyrics

The city gets empty, this time of year

But the homeless still practice their humble careers

Fall asleep lonely, cursing their days

And accusing God of foul play

I've known you since, eight years old

And we walked this foul city we walked in the cold

We heard bells ringing with a sort of delay

As the neon lights did their ballet

And Molly's asleep, in a faraway bed

So many text messages I misread

A tender lover's the part I would play

Spread out, like a museum display

Seven-forty-sevens, are angels on high

But your plane don't land till eight forty five

I heard them sing as they flew to their graves

Accusing God of foul play

Yes accusing God of foul play

Well Molly's asleep, in a faraway bed

So many text messages I misread

A tender lover's the part I would play

Spread out, like a museum display

My life's dependent, on my self control

With each bottle asking me to end it all

I'm calling out loud in a game of charades

And accusing God of foul play

Accusing God of foul play

Accusing God of foul play

Accusing God of foul play