Caught up, flesh be warned | |
I have just begun to pull this thorn | |
of needing and want, | |
Here in these woods I will become undone | |
Come to – find the place | |
Where your heart can rest from this race | |
Of breathing in and out | |
There you can mend your ways | |
With no doubt | |
Wait ’til our bones are older, | |
Our stones to reach the sky | |
Yet still our walls are growing | |
Into the Atlantic Ocean | |
Outstretched on my own | |
I have only begun to see blood | |
Move through all my veins | |
Here in my heart I will remain the same | |
Wait ’til our bones are older, | |
Our stones to reach the sky | |
Until our hearts are open | |
Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean | |
With Grace I’ll go | |
With Faith I’ll know | |
It’s in your heart | |
It’s in your mind | |
And you were right | |
Right, right |
Caught up, flesh be warned | |
I have just begun to pull this thorn | |
of needing and want, | |
Here in these woods I will become undone | |
Come to find the place | |
Where your heart can rest from this race | |
Of breathing in and out | |
There you can mend your ways | |
With no doubt | |
Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
Our stones to reach the sky | |
Yet still our walls are growing | |
Into the Atlantic Ocean | |
Outstretched on my own | |
I have only begun to see blood | |
Move through all my veins | |
Here in my heart I will remain the same | |
Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
Our stones to reach the sky | |
Until our hearts are open | |
Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean | |
With Grace I' ll go | |
With Faith I' ll know | |
It' s in your heart | |
It' s in your mind | |
And you were right | |
Right, right |
Caught up, flesh be warned | |
I have just begun to pull this thorn | |
of needing and want, | |
Here in these woods I will become undone | |
Come to find the place | |
Where your heart can rest from this race | |
Of breathing in and out | |
There you can mend your ways | |
With no doubt | |
Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
Our stones to reach the sky | |
Yet still our walls are growing | |
Into the Atlantic Ocean | |
Outstretched on my own | |
I have only begun to see blood | |
Move through all my veins | |
Here in my heart I will remain the same | |
Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
Our stones to reach the sky | |
Until our hearts are open | |
Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean | |
With Grace I' ll go | |
With Faith I' ll know | |
It' s in your heart | |
It' s in your mind | |
And you were right | |
Right, right |