Keepers Lyrics - Miracle Of Sound

We've been sown, grown here on the soil 

With roots that burrow deep 

We've been long left, but edges of the coil now 

Closer ever creep 

Elders, tellers, keepers of the bygone 

Treasures of the dirt 

Brush and string we scribble and we sing 

And dig for the annals of the earth 

And we try try try 

To keep a little beauty in the world 

All that died died died 

We keep it in our hands 

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In their dark clouds, blackening the sun 

They came down to the shores 

Motors hard, loud 

Beaten, overcome 

No peace here anymore 

Bridges rigid, wicked are the pillars 

Push us till we fall (until we fall) 

Prophet's lies burn craving in their eyes still 

Casting a shadow over all 

And we try try try 

To keep a little beauty in the world 

All that died died died 

We keep it in our hands 

Oh oh oh, oh oh 

We are the fading voice 

(We are the elders, tellers) 

Oh oh oh, oh oh 

We keep it in our hands 

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Oh, we tell it to the page 

Oh, we never let it fade 

And we try try try 

To keep a little beauty in the world 

All that died died died 

We keep it in our hands 

Oh oh oh, oh oh 

We are the fading voice 

(We are the elders, tellers) 

Oh oh oh, oh oh 

Keep it in our hands 

(Keep it in our hands) 

(Yeah-hea)