Many people have been asking us to post the lyrics to Make It Right, so here they are:
ABEL - MAKE IT RIGHT
I’LL BE WAITING
You were a saint burning bright like a light on the earth. Until you felt the pain, left us standing alone in the dark. And I was afraid, but you can be sure this time, I’ll be waiting for you. When you taste the grave and you’ve eaten your fill of the dirt, then I will remain when you’ve beaten the ways of this world. Dead or alive, as sure as the Lord is good, I’ll be waiting for you.
FIRE WALK WITH ME
White skin, black dress, take me to bed. I thought the devil was a woman, but it’s all in my head. I spent years as a sinner thinking I could make a case for holiness, but I never did. White hands, black wheels, taking me out. Take me out of the fire and into the doubt. I spent years as a coward thinking I could get away with promises. That’s what I said. Oh, the devil wants to drag my soul, drag my soul down to the lake of fire. And I hate this town. Everyone’s a liar and the men of God are busy sleeping around. But they don’t want to hear it. They don’t want to hear a sound. I’ll never change, no I’ll never change. I play the lover, but I remain the same. You’re not to blame, no you’re not to blame. It’s just years of this battle’s been pulling me into the flame.
I know you, lover. This is a marriage or this is a crime. If you want to share these covers, you better believe you better be mine. Be mine. I know you, lover. This is a warning. No, this is a sign. If you cannot stay forever, then you better make it right this time. You need out of this town, there’s nothing left for you here, but you know that I’m lonely. You need out of this town. It’s nothing personal, dear, but you think that you know me. Don’t think I won’t change. I will become everything you need me to be, you’ll see. I need a new way, but if you want to leave, then you should just leave. You love that touch, holy hands, they’re blessing personal plans. You want to build them up. You’ve got to build them up. Until it’s me or your voice, yeah, that’s one hell of a choice. You’ve got to give it up. Why won’t you give it up?
I know, I think I’m right when I am wrong. But it goes to show how fragile life is when I’m gone. So please believe me when I say, “I miss you so,” cause you don’t know, when I’m alone, where I will go to get you when I hear you say, “I just want to know you love me when I’m lonely. I just want to hear you miss me, when you’re heading toward the coast, and I am just a ghost without you here.” And when I speak, I speak with every fear that I have ever known. How could I ever love my Lord’s sweet daughter like my Redeemer? But I felt that peace washing over me. I heard God speak, and He said, “She is the one.” I saw that ring around His finger, drawing Him back to the one He loves, and I knew that I could be the man that I’ve been running away from.
I’m ashamed. I talk like a saint, but I’m to blame for this terrible, terrible time. I said you could handle it, but all that I wanted was the fame, and my peace of mind. And it comes around again, like my closest friend. This is a part of me that I cannot deny. And it will take everything before it’s satisfied. Now I’m counting days until I get home, so I can pay you back for every single wrong. Not like Christ, but seventy-seven times, I will lie, and say I apologize just to make it right with you. Pride’s a restless thing. It will not let you sleep at all. And it comes around again, like my closest friend. This is a part of me that I cannot deny. And it will take everything before it’s satisfied.
Shut your mouth, and leave your sympathy for someone who understands what they’re talking about. Cause brother, death is not a choice when you’re losing a child and you’re losing your hopes, and you can’t escape, but you cannot wait to get out. But if this is for glory, I wanna know what it feels like. And if this is our terror, I wanna know. I’m just a man with a ghost. One by one I’m losing my memories, and looking back they turn into salt. Cause I had a vision of my daughter, and she was beautiful like her mother, but she couldn’t wait, she couldn’t wait to get out. I’m just a man with a ghost. I had that dream again last night, the one where she was dying in my arms and I couldn’t stand to be alone.
A GRIEF OBSERVED
With this ring I take my bride to be, and promise that I will be faithful to you until you’re taken from me. But we may not arrive to our Holy Father at the same time. But my darling, dear, don’t be afraid. Cause I’ll hold you near, and in His presence you’ll forever be made whole. No, this is not the end. It is where all joy begins in this world. Whole, make us whole. On my life, I won’t abandon you. I will be waiting at your side. Until the good Lord comes, takes you home, you’ll not be alone.
He was a blind man, said, “Could you spare a dime, man? No it won’t keep me fed, but I want to show you that I’ve changed, that I won’t drink it down. I won’t drink it down. Cause I am the light, and they say that the Lord is a thief in the night. He’s coming to take me away, and I am afraid. Cause I’ve been drunk as hell for fifteen years, but the spirit sounds so sweet to my poor ears. No, I won’t let you down. I won’t let you down.” But I just walked away. No, I didn’t say a thing.
YOUR HEART, YOUR SOUL
I might have been your friend. Instead, I wrote a song for you to sing, a way to keep you out but still pretend. That I might be your lover, that this could be our song to share. But this is all a banner to me. We all think that we are the same. But I know your heart from my heart, I know your bones from my bones. We all think that we are the same. But I know your mind from my mind, I know your soul from my soul. And I heard you sing it wrong, so, lover, I am never coming back. If all the jewels in all the world could sing, they’d scream for Your glory, not for me. So why do I feel like I deserve this banner for my name over all the earth? We all think that we are the same. But I know Your heart from my heart, I know Your bones from my bones. We all think that we are the same. But I know Your mind from my mind, I know Your soul from my soul.
COMFORT AND TRUTH
Oh, my God, is this real? Is this how Your love is supposed to feel? All our plans all for naught, when we say Your hand is on every one. I do. So I stray from the light, cause Your plans never look a thing like mine. Are we damned, everyone? Will Your hand ever come to take me home to You? Perfect plan, can it be? I am tired of fighting to be free.