Hold me the sign, rise and shine
Strange promenade with eyes closed
I thought I'd write the book of climbing
I'm trying alone while my eyes
I now you're coming back
I can climb without you
I spoke bad poetry
The wrong way, you said
Lay down in my hands
Where promises will never break
But I've lived through lay down my life's broken
My lips feel incomplete without love
So I go on and set my life before you, oh
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Artist: Jars Of Clay
Artist: Kentucky Headhunters