Sanoja: Antje Duvekot. Pearls.

Was born and raised in the South
In Suicide Town
I was only fifteen
When it burned to the ground
I tore up all my memories
By the side of the road
With a tip of a needle
I carved my story in stone

When you gonna come for me, Lord?
When you gonna for me?
Cause I've been expecting you forever
Waiting here for you
Will you send a little grace?
It's the least that you could do
It's the least that you could do

I was not much of a poet
Guess I was missing the anguish
Not a very good lover
Could never capture the language
I was an adequate painter
But it just left me tired
Did a stint as a hit man
In those days at least I was inspired

Oh but when you gonna come for me, Lord?
When you gonna come for me?
Cause I've been expecting you forever
Waiting here for you
Will you send a little grace?
It's the least that you could do
It's the least that you could do

I hooked up a hick down in the church
I took a walk down Big Dream Boulevard
With all the sand that gets into this world
We should all be motherfucking pearls

When you gonna come for me, Lord?
When you gonna come for me?
Cause I've been expecting you forever
Waiting here for you
Will you send a little grace?
It's the least that you could do
It's the least that you could do

I'm never gonna be one of God's favorites
Never gonna cheerlead with the angels
Tried to find a church that I could walk in
They tried to nail me on original sin

Oh, when you gonna come for me, Lord?
When you gonna come for me?
I've been expecting you forever
Waiting here for you
Will you send a little grace?
It's the least that you could do
Been expecting you forever
Waiting here for you
Will you send a little grace?
It's the least that you could do
It's the least that you could do
The least that you could do