Wild Animals

The Dominican restaurant, a difficult dress
With burlap and feathers pressed up against mesh
Made alive in the spirit, put to death in the flesh
She had quite a few drinks, you had one or two less
She said, "Hey, thanks for coming, can I ask you a question?"
Made alive in the spirit, put to death in the flesh

Where there are wild animals
There will also be angels
This is the gospel of the Lord
A flood's gonna come
There will also be stretches of drought
There will be times that you doubt us
And the cops, they all crowded around us

But they must have built their case from the particle board
'Cause it collapsed under pressure and it fell to the floor
You said, "Do you really think I was
Gonna come and make a confession?"
They put a hole in your shoulder, there was blood on the wall
She met you in the hallway and said, "Hey, thanks for calling me"
Survived in the spirit, put to death in the flesh

Where there are wild animals
There will also be angels
This is the gospel of the Lord
And where there's sad criminals
There will also be tourniquets
And shell casings on the floor

Can you still see the shadows? Is your mouth still a mess?
Did you watch it unravel? Are you still unimpressed?
Survived in the spirit, put to death in the flesh
A hawk in the hallway, a bear at the bar
A city, a staircase, an oncoming car
A passionate kiss, a distraction from the depths of depression

Where there are wild animals
There will also be angels
This is the gospel of the Lord
A flood's gonna come
There will also be seasons of drought
There will be days that you doubt us
And the cops, they came and crowded around us
'Cause where there's sad criminals
There will also be tourniquets
And shell casings on the floor
Where there are wild animals
There will also be angels
There will also be angels