Congregation - Foo Fighters

Well, I met the seventh son

​He came for everyone

​The day he heard the lighting in the field

​I heard him clear his throat

​A fork within the road

​That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel

I’ve been throwing knives

​To see just where they land

​Now my world is in your hands

Send in the congregation

​Open your eyes, step in the light

​A jukebox generation

​Just as you were

The voice upon the stage

​Is the heart inside a cage

​And they’re singing like a bluebird in the round

​There's mystery in this wood

​And ghosts within these roots

​That are tangled deep beneath this southern ground

I’ve been going through life

​Making foolish plans

​Now my world is in your hands

Send in the congregation

​Open your eyes, step in the light

​A jukebox generation

​Just as you were, just as you were, just as you were

And you need blind faith

​No false hope

​No false hope

​Do you have blind faith?

​No false hope

​No false hope

​Where is your blind faith?

​No false hope

​No false hope

​Open your eyes, open your eyes

​Step into the light

​Open your eyes, step into the light

​The sound becomes

Congregation

A congregation

A congregation, yeah

And they’re singing like a bluebird in the round