Arkells Follow

The Graveyard is waiting
The church to let us
The church to let up
On Friday morning

The pastor is preaching, with tears in his eyes.
The shots were set off, without warning.

The isles don't see
Much traffic these days
Not even for Sunday service

Inside these walls, some sacred essence
You wouldn't think to be nervous

Let the Choir keep singin

Let the daylight remind us
Those hyms are falling on deaf ears

Everyone said, "we can forgive".
18 years work celebrated

This ain't the day
For finding the truth
Now all these questions keep begging.

Let the Choir keep singin
Those songs that no one wants to hear
Let the daylight remind us
Those hymns are falling on deaf ears

The Graveyard is waiting
The church to let us
The church to let up