Ian Cobiella - Ecclesiastic Lyrics

I need to find my peace
Forward on your feet
I open up my arms
And scream
If you stayed
Would you have ended up like me
The projects hate
Down under my love unearthed quakes
As above so low you'll reached heights amazed
You've seen better days
Your love consumes most ardently
Arguably you look at me comically
Asphalt love is my fault
Pole vault through hoops just to prove I'm not at fault
Enthusiastically I need a praise break
Pray I break eventually
I hope my grandma stops playing the lottery
I should buy her a book on How to Lose a Million Dollars please.