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Junior Brother
Junior Brother
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronan Kealy
Ronan Kealy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ronan Kealy
Ronan Kealy
Producer
Julie McLarnon
Julie McLarnon
Producer

Lyrics

My lips are quivering,
I don't know why.
My hips are shivering,
like paper in the sky.
I'm made of heaven's skin,
too alert to everything,
Maybe I'm just afraid to die.
I've seen good people come
and suffer the rot of age,
When God came to claim His Son,
He did so in a rage.
I'm made of heaven's skin,
too alert to everything,
Awaiting death's eternal prize.
Tell me I'm a fool,
Tell me I'm a fool, please
Tell me, I'm a fool.
Tell me I'm a fool,
Tell me I'm a fool,
Tell me, I'm a fool.
The wind is spun by hand,
to whisper up the glen,
Making the hard river calm,
and babies out of men.
I'm made of heaven's skin,
overthinking everything,
I feel a worry in me rise.
My lips are quivering,
I don't know why.
My hips are shivering,
like paper in the sky.
I'm made of heaven's skin,
too alert to everything,
Maybe I'm just afraid to die.
Maybe I'm just afraid
Tell me I'm a fool,
Tell I'm a fool,
Tell me, I'm a fool.
Tell me I'm a fool,
Tell I'm a fool,
It is better to be stupid
Than be sane.
Written by: Ronan Kealy

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