| Song | Wooden Heart |
| Artist | Listener |
| Album | Wooden Heart |
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| We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living | |
| And since that first breath we’ll need grace that we’ve never given | |
| I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts | |
| And it's not only when these eyes are closed | |
| These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, | |
| But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather | |
| And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, | |
| Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better | |
| But it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will | |
| So I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, | |
| To sail these blood red seas and find your coast | |
| Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes | |
| This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors | |
| Pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors | |
| But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board | |
| Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores | |
| So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember | |
| I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it | |
| But we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts | |
| We all have the same holes in our hearts | |
| Everything falls apart at the exact same time | |
| That it all comes together perfectly for the next step | |
| But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck | |
| I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden | |
| And my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right | |
| But they’re heavy and I’m awkward, always running out of fight | |
| So I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship | |
| Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks | |
| Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam | |
| Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea | |
| So come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember | |
| My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water | |
| I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea | |
| If we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together | |
| And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep | |
| All these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric | |
| Shocking each other back to life | |
| Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected | |
| Our bones grown together in time | |
| Our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided | |
| Our spines grown stronger inside | |
| Because are church is made out of shipwrecks | |
| From every hull these rocks have claimed | |
| But we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change | |
| So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember |
| We' re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living | |
| And since that first breath we' ll need grace that we' ve never given | |
| I' ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts | |
| And it' s not only when these eyes are closed | |
| These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, | |
| But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather | |
| And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, | |
| Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better | |
| But it won' t, at least I don' t believe it will | |
| So I' ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, | |
| To sail these blood red seas and find your coast | |
| Don' t let these waves wash away your hopes | |
| This warship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors | |
| Pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors | |
| But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board | |
| Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores | |
| So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember | |
| I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it | |
| But we' re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts | |
| We all have the same holes in our hearts | |
| Everything falls apart at the exact same time | |
| That it all comes together perfectly for the next step | |
| But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck | |
| I keep a key under my pillow, it' s quiet and it' s hidden | |
| And my hopes are weapons that I' m still learning how to use right | |
| But they' re heavy and I' m awkward, always running out of fight | |
| So I' ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship | |
| Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks | |
| Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam | |
| Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea | |
| So come on let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember | |
| My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water | |
| I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea | |
| If we hold on tight we' ll hold each other together | |
| And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep | |
| All these machines will rust I promise, but we' ll still be electric | |
| Shocking each other back to life | |
| Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected | |
| Our bones grown together in time | |
| Our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided | |
| Our spines grown stronger inside | |
| Because are church is made out of shipwrecks | |
| From every hull these rocks have claimed | |
| But we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change | |
| So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember |
| We' re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living | |
| And since that first breath we' ll need grace that we' ve never given | |
| I' ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts | |
| And it' s not only when these eyes are closed | |
| These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, | |
| But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather | |
| And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, | |
| Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better | |
| But it won' t, at least I don' t believe it will | |
| So I' ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, | |
| To sail these blood red seas and find your coast | |
| Don' t let these waves wash away your hopes | |
| This warship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors | |
| Pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors | |
| But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board | |
| Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores | |
| So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember | |
| I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it | |
| But we' re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts | |
| We all have the same holes in our hearts | |
| Everything falls apart at the exact same time | |
| That it all comes together perfectly for the next step | |
| But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck | |
| I keep a key under my pillow, it' s quiet and it' s hidden | |
| And my hopes are weapons that I' m still learning how to use right | |
| But they' re heavy and I' m awkward, always running out of fight | |
| So I' ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship | |
| Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks | |
| Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam | |
| Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea | |
| So come on let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember | |
| My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water | |
| I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea | |
| If we hold on tight we' ll hold each other together | |
| And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep | |
| All these machines will rust I promise, but we' ll still be electric | |
| Shocking each other back to life | |
| Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected | |
| Our bones grown together in time | |
| Our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided | |
| Our spines grown stronger inside | |
| Because are church is made out of shipwrecks | |
| From every hull these rocks have claimed | |
| But we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change | |
| So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
| And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
| Come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever | |
| We only have what we remember |