Текст песни Lesser Things

It looks a lot like givin'up Peace we bring is a bitter cup Set our bodies down like offerings While why pray to the god of the lesser things If the wind should shake this house apart The cradle hits the ground whit a broken heart Will we say we never knew a thing? While we pray to the god of the lesser things Is there grace for a wayward heart Is there grace for a wayward heart Grace,grace Ash to ash and dust to dust Steel on steel or rain to rust What mortal breath blood money brings Forth from the altar of the lesser things