Snow Globes
Black Country New Road
We must let the clamp do
What the clamp does best
I know you're coming home Henry
Just tell me when
We must let the clamp do
What the clamp does best
That's a funny looking shrine
On your bedroom wall
Well I'm sorry Henry
He doesn't look anything like Jesus at all
Your friend, the one that you loved
Did you keep him on your side?
Did you ever get to ask
What on earth he meant by
Might take some time to learn
How to use these bodies right
But it is for this that God has gave us both the night
And Henry hung to all of these
His battleship of memory
A small nation of souvenirs
Make Henry whole but porously
Oh, God of weather, Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own, ah
Oh, God of weather, Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own, ah
God of weather, Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own, ah
God of weather, Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own, ah
Oh, God of weather, Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own, ah
Oh, God of weather, Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own, ah
Oh, God of weather, Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own, ah
