Oh Ye Lyrics

Things you said you'd do some day

Got pushed down the abacus of fate

All your fingers and thumbs were used

Then multiplied to count the bruises

Oh ye of little faith

Let the living be how you pray

Oh ye of little days

You can have

Your own sway

Left behind is how it feels sometimes

Gloom and doomed is the taste on your lips

All fades to yellar as you climb through the mines

Will it add up

Balance a misstep

Two gone wrongs don't make one right

Three left turns to doing better do

Oh ye of little faith

Let the living be how you pray

Oh ye of little days

You can have

Your own sway

Take care of history

Lying in a bed of mystery

Hold up with questions

To the grand misery

Swelling hearts and healing minds

You are the guts

No bad luck

Focus through the ruts

Swelling hearts and healing minds

You are the guts

No bad luck

Focus through the ruts

Oh ye of little faith

Let the living be how you pray

Oh ye of little days

You can have

Your own sway

Swelling hearts and healing minds

You are the guts

Focus through the ruts

No bad luck

Swelling hearts and healing minds

You are the guts

Focus through the ruts

No bad luck

Oh ye of little faith

Let the living be how you pray

Oh ye of little days

You can have

Your own sway