Opening the Hymnal / Babies

Opening the Hymnal / Babies - Cursive

Welcome one

And welcome all

To our small town

The lyrics are the voice

Of the neurosis of a city

Inside each house

You'll find the guilt

The fables and folly

Of the residents residing in

[barely audible]

Fourteen hymns for the heathens…

Baby baby baby

This world must seem

So immense compared to the womb

And baby baby

Your head must seem

So much smaller than you assumed

Your whole world

Seems to center around you

Be easy to make the mistake

That maybe you're why the world was made

Baby baby baby

You learn so fast

You seem to carry a special gift

Maybe you've been given

To this world to make a difference

Such delusions we all struggle with

But the beautiful truth of it is

This is all we are

We simply exist

You're not the chosen one

I'm not the chosen one

But we don't need anyone

Let's not choose anyone