God's A Different Sword

Am I lucky? Or am I just sane? Have I been walking round in circles? Always fumbling your name Heard it quiet At the bottom of my drawer A heavy conversation That I started to ignore Here I go Just one more If I left it just a little while Would these questions turn to answers In a neat little pile? Could I be good on my own accord? Well, heaven knows I know need it But God's a different sword Here I go Just one more I feel better No, I feel awake Well, I've been lying in a hook net Just waiting for my break Can't deny it my body keeps the score But if you tell me that you need it I can get up off my floor Here I go Just one more Woke up early just a rule I've laid Now my future's written out on my Sunday dinner plate Could I be good on my own accord? Well, heaven knows I know need it But God's a different sword Here I go Just one more