Sounds Like Help - Austin Basham

You know I found it false

That I could meet the boss

And be disabled

I thought that I was born again

Not gonna sin again

I guess that was a fable

Now heaven’s off the table

You know, Lord, oh I’m looking for You

But I won’t break this anchor

Can’t even seem to stay afloat

While on my own

I just sink baited

Waiting to be plated

You know I felt so haunted

When you found it hard to see me

Where are You

I’m wanting to make a little money

So we can save to find it out

And bribe this doubt

You know, Lord, oh I’m needing You

Just like I need an anchor

I always seem to drift away

Into the grey

I guess I’ll be a stranger

Just to keep the danger

You know I felt so haunted

That you could find it daunted to see me

Where are You

I’m wanting to make a little money

So we can live to find it out

And bribe this doubt

You know, I found it false

That I could be at fault

And be enabled

I thought that I was born again

Not gonna sin again

I guess that was a fable