Where's the Miracle - Brendan Maclean

And now that we’re an institution

We have been rotting ourselves from the receptionist up

Calling on a family lawyer

To cut out the cancer instead of putting you in the ground

But you don’t want to know where my head is at

And you, would rather leave it alone

Mummas at the top of the stairs again

Mummas at the top of the stairs again

Calling out to see if I care again

Calling out to see if I care, I care

Mummas at the top of the stairs again

Kicking at the legs of the chairs again

She’s calling out to see if I care again

Swinging at the top of the stairs, the stairs

But you don’t wanna know where my head is at

And you, would rather leave it alone

Na na na na na…

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the

miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the miracle?

Where’s the

miracle?

Where’s the miracle?