God of Small Things - Nerina Pallot

God of all things, god of small things, god of power and might

Did you really make the world in seven days and seven nights?

'Cause I don’t know if you exist or if I even care

But when I lay me down to sleep, I’d like somebody there

'Cause it’s hard to make sense of this all

And it gets harder with each passing day

But I believe in little things and things I cannot see

In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity

Not that sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place

'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is looking

A calm and silent bliss

A calm and silent bliss

All your people do these days is argue, fuss and fight

Then they fight some more and wipe the blood and say, «At least we know we’re

right»

How foolishly, how foolishly all good things come undone

How silently, how silently, and now we all are done

But it’s hard to make sense of it all

And it gets harder with each passing day

But I believe in little things and things I cannot see

In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity

Not some sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place

'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is watching

A strange and silent bliss

A strange and silent bliss

God of all things, god of small things, god of loss and hope

God of people struggling and people who can’t cope

Do you keep your blessings for the rich, the pious and their guns?

Or if you’re half the man I hope, you root for everyone

You root for everyone