When We Fell - David Bazan

With the threat of hell hanging over my head like a halo,

I was made to believe in a couple of beautiful truths

that eventually had the effect of completely unravelling

the powerful curse put on me by you.

When you set the table, when you chose the scale,

Did you write a riddle that you knew they would fail?

Did you make them tremble so they would tell the tale?

Did you push us when we fell?

If my mother cries when I tell her what I have discovered,

then I hope she remembers she taught me to follow my heart.

And if you bully her like you’ve done me with fear of damnation,

Well then I hope she can see you for what you are.

(Yea…all right)

When you set the table, when you chose the scale,

Did you write a riddle that you knew they would fail?

Did you make them tremble so they would tell the tale?

Did you push us when we fell?

What am I afraid of?

Whom did I betray?

In what medieval kingdom does just work this way?

If you knew what would happen, and made us just the same,

Then you my Lord can take the blame.

(Do you wanna stop short like that?)