Chris Pureka - Holy | Текст песни

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• Holy

40 years in the palm of the ocean,
You didn't win, you didn't win, I've got anchors,
Said the child in my heart, repeating.
On the day that I died.

To the west, to the west, I need anchors
To the west, to the west, I need strong hands,
To pull me up over the mountains
Before I love you again.

'Cause the sound was the boat slowly breaking,
And the weight was a mountain of old pain
Like I could have walked on the sea,
If you'd just noticed me, hanging around
But we danced, hey, hey, hey
Yeah, we danced, hey, hey, hey
To be whole, to be whole, to be holy, holy, holy

There were bright days, we were dreaming.
There were black days in the red room of your anger,
The roses retreating, and blooming again.

But the song was my heart slowly breaking,
And the weight was a mountain of old pain.
Like I could've walked on the sea,
If you'd just noticed me waiting in the rain
But we danced, hey, hey, hey
Yeah, we danced, hey, hey, hey
To be whole, to be whole, to be holy, holy, holy

Well, it's you or it's me so it's over
Well, it's you or it's' me, I've got bills to pay
Said my heart to your memory in anger,
When I boarded the plane

To the west, to the west, I need anchors
To the west, gonna find me a gold mine.
So sing us a song of redemption
I'm doing alright, I'm doing alright
Yeah, I'm doing alright, doing alright, doing alright
Hey, hey, hey

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