Congregation - Foo Fighters (喷火战机)

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

Alright

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