"Where Have You Been? (Reimagined)" lyrics

They call holidays an option for a reason
I heard you're coming back to life just for the Fourth
And I've been catching all your ghosts for every season
And I pray to God you won't come back here anymore
Do you pray with him too?

They should deliver all my blessings
In small brown-paper handbags near the porch
I wished I'd known that you were bleeding
While I sat and watched you reading with the Lord
You know that I read with him too

'Cause when you look at me
Well, I'll be digesting your legs
'Cause I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too

I gotta take what I'm making, I gotta turn it into something for you
For you
I gotta take what I'm making, I gotta turn it into something for you
Oh, for you

I gotta break what I'm making, I gotta turn it into nothing for you
For you
I gotta break what I'm making, I gotta turn it into nothing for you
Oh, for you

God, where have you been?
And, God, where have you been?

In a moment, I'm alive again
And now I want it all the time
In a moment, I'm alive again
Now I want it all the time

In a moment, I'm alive again
And now I want it all the time
Well, in a moment, I'm alive again
And now I want it all the time