A Bed That Breathes With Him

A The strangers attacking Bm Our hearts are all lacking F#m C#m But God means nothing to them A The hit-men hold coupons Bm And say God is gone F#m C#m Or trying to do me in A E Oh search and be silent Bm D On a bed that breathes with him A Our hearts are forgetting Bm The thugs are all betting F#m C#m That God will only condemn A Their questions rhetorical Bm I wish they'd get homesick F#m C#m And find their way back again