Lyrics

HYMNS WITHIN

Kids of ministers are up to something sinister
Yet they can’t help but hand out benedictions

They skipped out on Sunday School to map out dreams of Istanbul
But they’ll be back to put coins in the jar for the orphans

Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within

Took a pass on the sacrament not because they’re inadequate
Saving bread and wine for another occasion

Children of the clergy long forgot the liturgy
Yet they still hum along to the hymns within

Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within

Sons of the preachers no longer warm the bleachers
Growing rather weary of competitive sport

Daughter of the reverend, left the mountain of evidence
For beach glass and other mysteries in the sand

Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within

Within within the hymns within
Within the hymns the hymns within

Will ministers blow off the lid, raise some eyebrows with the kids?
Consider lilies and graffiti and the hymns within