Song | North |
Artist | Sleeping at Last |
Album | Atlas: Land |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:26.67] | We will call this place our home, |
[00:32.29] | The dirt in which our roots may grow. |
[00:38.18] | Though the storms will push and pull, |
[00:44.99] | We will call this place our home. |
[00:51.91] | We’ll tell our stories on these walls. |
[00:57.79] | Every year, measure how tall. |
[01:03.97] | And just like a work of art, |
[01:10.44] | We’ll tell our stories on these walls. |
[01:17.16] | Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
[01:23.89] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[01:30.70] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[01:38.10] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[01:45.70] | A little broken, a little new. |
[01:51.50] | We are the impact and the glue. |
[01:57.41] | Capable of more than we know, |
[02:03.81] | We call this fixer-upper home. |
[02:10.28] | With each year, our color fades. |
[02:15.78] | Slowly, our paint chips away. |
[02:21.57] | But we will find the strength |
[02:25.50] | And the nerve it takes |
[02:29.19] | To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. |
[02:41.57] | Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
[02:48.39] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[02:55.24] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[03:02.53] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:09.32] | Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
[03:15.41] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[03:22.14] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[03:29.99] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:36.80] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:45.30] | Smaller than dust on this map |
[03:51.24] | Lies the greatest thing we have: |
[03:57.48] | The dirt in which our roots may grow |
[04:04.92] | And the right to call it home. |
[00:26.67] | We will call this place our home, |
[00:32.29] | The dirt in which our roots may grow. |
[00:38.18] | Though the storms will push and pull, |
[00:44.99] | We will call this place our home. |
[00:51.91] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
[00:57.79] | Every year, measure how tall. |
[01:03.97] | And just like a work of art, |
[01:10.44] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
[01:17.16] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
[01:23.89] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[01:30.70] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[01:38.10] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[01:45.70] | A little broken, a little new. |
[01:51.50] | We are the impact and the glue. |
[01:57.41] | Capable of more than we know, |
[02:03.81] | We call this fixerupper home. |
[02:10.28] | With each year, our color fades. |
[02:15.78] | Slowly, our paint chips away. |
[02:21.57] | But we will find the strength |
[02:25.50] | And the nerve it takes |
[02:29.19] | To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. |
[02:41.57] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
[02:48.39] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[02:55.24] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[03:02.53] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:09.32] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
[03:15.41] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[03:22.14] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[03:29.99] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:36.80] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:45.30] | Smaller than dust on this map |
[03:51.24] | Lies the greatest thing we have: |
[03:57.48] | The dirt in which our roots may grow |
[04:04.92] | And the right to call it home. |
[00:26.67] | We will call this place our home, |
[00:32.29] | The dirt in which our roots may grow. |
[00:38.18] | Though the storms will push and pull, |
[00:44.99] | We will call this place our home. |
[00:51.91] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
[00:57.79] | Every year, measure how tall. |
[01:03.97] | And just like a work of art, |
[01:10.44] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
[01:17.16] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
[01:23.89] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[01:30.70] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[01:38.10] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[01:45.70] | A little broken, a little new. |
[01:51.50] | We are the impact and the glue. |
[01:57.41] | Capable of more than we know, |
[02:03.81] | We call this fixerupper home. |
[02:10.28] | With each year, our color fades. |
[02:15.78] | Slowly, our paint chips away. |
[02:21.57] | But we will find the strength |
[02:25.50] | And the nerve it takes |
[02:29.19] | To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. |
[02:41.57] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
[02:48.39] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[02:55.24] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[03:02.53] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:09.32] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
[03:15.41] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
[03:22.14] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
[03:29.99] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:36.80] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
[03:45.30] | Smaller than dust on this map |
[03:51.24] | Lies the greatest thing we have: |
[03:57.48] | The dirt in which our roots may grow |
[04:04.92] | And the right to call it home. |