[Verse 1] They stitched together fig leaves, Hoping shame would disappear. But when the Lord came calling, New coverings appeared. “The woman that You gave me…” Adam covered Eve with blame. Eve pointed to the serpent— No one owned the shame. [Pre-Chorus] One more reason. One more thread. One more place to hide. [Chorus] Excuses, excuses… Every story sounds so true. Every story, every spin Keeps the blame from me to you. Still we’re stitching fig leaves From the words our mouths create. Trying hard to hide our hearts Instead of facing grace. ⸻ [Verse 2] “The people made me do it…” Saul defended his mistake. “The best was for an offering…” Another fig leaf taking shape. “I threw the gold into the fire…” Aaron answered without shame. “Out came this calf…” he told them— Just another cloak for blame. [Pre-Chorus] Different voices. Same old thread. Nothing really changed. [Chorus] Excuses, excuses… Every story sounds so true. Every story, every spin Keeps the blame from me to you. Still we’re stitching fig leaves From the words our mouths create. Trying hard to hide our hearts Instead of facing grace. ⸻ [Verse 3] “I’d be kinder if they’d listen.” “I’d forgive if they were fair.” “Everybody does the same thing.” “Life’s not easy anywhere.” We polish every reason Till it almost sounds like truth. Still we’re sewing fig leaves Instead of bearing fruit. ⸻ [Bridge] The One who walked through Eden Still comes calling us by name. Lay your fig leaves at His feet, And let Him cover all your shame. ⸻ [Final Chorus] No more stitching fig leaves From the words our mouths create. No more hiding wounded hearts Instead of facing grace. No more excuses. No more running from the light. The God who clothed our nakedness Still makes broken sinners right. [Outro] He makes broken sinners right.
