Keep it holy, keep it holy
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 6.2s
- length
- 3:27
- language
- En
lyrics
I pulled up at noon on Joyce Street Cardboard in the hall, black mold in the seams Your winter coats folded in cedar and dust Three coffee cans full of screws and rust The Formica chipped, the fridge still moaned A dead clock ticked in the front room tone I found your bills in a Bible case And the pawn shop receipt with your name erased I set the dishes down, one by one I read the dates, and I bit my tongue Your work boots lined by the back door frame I heard my own name in the washer drain Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy Down in the basement, damp and bare Paint cans stacked in a folding chair A cracked red wrench and a jar of nails Two union flyers and old phone bills Your winter tax forms, your rings in a cup A lunch pail dented, the latch worn up I wrapped that picture in butcher paper You holding me up on a porch in April I set the dishes down, one by one I read the dates, and I bit my tongue Your work boots lined by the back door frame I heard my own name in the washer drain Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy I don’t need gold, I don’t need grace Just a steady hand in a small hard place If these walls can hold what the years laid down Then let me carry it out, let me carry it now Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy Keep it holy, keep it holy