[intro] Pan Fryer, what a face, hallowed be thy game. Thy laughter fun, thy will yet done, on earth as kids wish, in heaven. Give up this day your living word, and forgive all their trespasses because nature truly loves you. [VERSE 1] Pan Fryer, what a face Hallowed be thy game Thy laughter loose, thy lightning bright Thy wild and rugged name Thy will yet done, thy wonder spun Through every crooked frame On earth as kids wish, laughing loud In heaven, pray the same [CHORUS] Give up this day your living word Let every dead tongue wake Forgive all their trespasses release every blind mistake The roots run deep, the rivers know The stone remembers too And nature, in her patient heart Truly, truly loves you [VERSE 2] Pan Fryer walks where children dream With pockets packing sparks Turning solemn squares to circles Drawing moons across the dark No crown required, no throne desired No ledger keeping score Just muddy boots and open doors wild wonder seer king more [CHORUS] Give up this day your living word Let every dead tongue wake Forgive all their trespasses regret every blind mistake The roots run deep, the rivers know The stone remembers too And nature, in her patient heart Truly, truly loves you [BRIDGE] Thy laughter fun Thy will yet done Thy kingdom underneath Where children run Where fungus hum Where wild things will still breathe The lesson can't stay written down The living world will forever teach What mercy means What freedom sings What wisdom will not preach [VERSE 3] Give us the courage not to clutch The things we cannot keep Give us a heart that bends like grass wild roots that travel deep Forgive the hands that harmed the garden Forgive the eyes that away turned The earth is still becoming And every soul must learn [FINAL CHORUS] Pan Fryer, what a face Hallowed be thy game Thy laughter loose, thy lightning bright Thy wild and rugged name On earth as kids wish, in heaven your joy refuse the grave Nature truly loves you And love is what Pan's friar gave [OUTRO] Give up this day Your living word Let every sleeping spirit hear No throne above No wall between The wild beloved dear Pan Fryer What a face Hallowed be thy game Thy laughter fun Thy will yet done Forever unchained, forever strange
