CATHEDRALS - WAKING | Текст песни

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• CATHEDRALS
• WAKING

I am going to pine
I am going to pine
for water to turn to wine.
But I have had so little of the first.

And I have been drinking sand and eating rocks like bread.
And when I thought I was as good as dead,
a trickle began to flow in the stream bed
like a diamond in a field of coal.

You asked me to speak
but all I've done is beat that stone. (and I am going to beat that stone)
And I ask for you to let me wet my lips
in hopes I could eclipse one light for another.
But there is only one true light, all else is reflection.
Like an image in a dirty pool or
convex of a silver spoon
its face less than perfection,

and that's what you want but I can't supply
because as I've said my well is dry
no matter how much I've tried I've tried tried to pour in it,
so I by your goodness all I am is poor in spirit.
I am your dearest, in a desert panting,
a blessed son, and when I am undone,
your promise is that your that one that will finish,
and bind up this broken heart,
and piece back what's been torn apart
from years of neglect and wandering.

I am going hold fast, to the woven three,
a life line in a tumultuous, angry sea,
whose waves are attentive to whisperings
of the one who sleeps in the bow,
who vast oceans or even hell can not contain,
but who dwells in me complete.
Blessed be his name.
So I am going to drink and drink and drink
this liquid cure and hasn't proof only belief,
that when I am weak, forlorn, and about to sink,
there we meet.
On the road, on the mountain, and on the sea.
You ask me to wait wakefully, but all I can do is sleep.
So wake me up Lord, wake me.

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