Song | To Kelly Lee |
Artist | The Speed of Sound in Seawater |
Album | First Contact |
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Please don't leave | |
Believe in me | |
I would not lie among the artifacts | |
Within the sacristy | |
I know they’re sacred | |
I know we stand in hallowed halls | |
I would not speak with such conviction | |
If I did not fear for us all | |
But something happened | |
Something changed | |
Since we met yesterday evening | |
The symbols all have rearranged | |
This now reads “Fire” | |
That one says “Flame” | |
And my transcription might be off a bit, | |
But I think that one says “Pray” | |
Gather yourself | |
I need you calm and collected | |
I feel your dread. I know the fear. | |
But these thoughts are crippling you | |
Hold your head high like the minarets | |
We haven’t been beaten yet | |
When the whole world starts to pirouette | |
Let me be your safety net | |
I know that you’re scared of the local lore | |
But we’ve conquered worse before | |
The soothsayers can’t always be correct | |
‘bout what hasn’t happened yet | |
Hold your head high like the palace walls | |
We’re fearless. We stand up tall. | |
We won’t be afraid of our fates at all | |
We’ll be brave when judgment calls | |
If the ground opens up to swallow | |
The love that we’ve built | |
Will our world end in grief or elation | |
trepidation or guilt? | |
It’s all for naught | |
The world’s gone to pot | |
And no heaven’s waitin’ on me | |
But, when I’m down where it’s warm | |
Would you still call me yours? | |
I think I’d still like to be |
Please don' t leave | |
Believe in me | |
I would not lie among the artifacts | |
Within the sacristy | |
I know they' re sacred | |
I know we stand in hallowed halls | |
I would not speak with such conviction | |
If I did not fear for us all | |
But something happened | |
Something changed | |
Since we met yesterday evening | |
The symbols all have rearranged | |
This now reads " Fire" | |
That one says " Flame" | |
And my transcription might be off a bit, | |
But I think that one says " Pray" | |
Gather yourself | |
I need you calm and collected | |
I feel your dread. I know the fear. | |
But these thoughts are crippling you | |
Hold your head high like the minarets | |
We haven' t been beaten yet | |
When the whole world starts to pirouette | |
Let me be your safety net | |
I know that you' re scared of the local lore | |
But we' ve conquered worse before | |
The soothsayers can' t always be correct | |
' bout what hasn' t happened yet | |
Hold your head high like the palace walls | |
We' re fearless. We stand up tall. | |
We won' t be afraid of our fates at all | |
We' ll be brave when judgment calls | |
If the ground opens up to swallow | |
The love that we' ve built | |
Will our world end in grief or elation | |
trepidation or guilt? | |
It' s all for naught | |
The world' s gone to pot | |
And no heaven' s waitin' on me | |
But, when I' m down where it' s warm | |
Would you still call me yours? | |
I think I' d still like to be |
Please don' t leave | |
Believe in me | |
I would not lie among the artifacts | |
Within the sacristy | |
I know they' re sacred | |
I know we stand in hallowed halls | |
I would not speak with such conviction | |
If I did not fear for us all | |
But something happened | |
Something changed | |
Since we met yesterday evening | |
The symbols all have rearranged | |
This now reads " Fire" | |
That one says " Flame" | |
And my transcription might be off a bit, | |
But I think that one says " Pray" | |
Gather yourself | |
I need you calm and collected | |
I feel your dread. I know the fear. | |
But these thoughts are crippling you | |
Hold your head high like the minarets | |
We haven' t been beaten yet | |
When the whole world starts to pirouette | |
Let me be your safety net | |
I know that you' re scared of the local lore | |
But we' ve conquered worse before | |
The soothsayers can' t always be correct | |
' bout what hasn' t happened yet | |
Hold your head high like the palace walls | |
We' re fearless. We stand up tall. | |
We won' t be afraid of our fates at all | |
We' ll be brave when judgment calls | |
If the ground opens up to swallow | |
The love that we' ve built | |
Will our world end in grief or elation | |
trepidation or guilt? | |
It' s all for naught | |
The world' s gone to pot | |
And no heaven' s waitin' on me | |
But, when I' m down where it' s warm | |
Would you still call me yours? | |
I think I' d still like to be |