In open fields of wild flowers. She breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daisies. And the roses in no simple language. Someday she'll understand.
In open fields of wild flowers,. she breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses. in no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all.
In open fields of wild flowers. She breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses. In no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all.
I built my wall. You walked right through it. I threw my stone. You leaned into it. . You were the only one to show me Hell. Rescued my soul, shattered my shell.
The long fall back to earth. . The long fall, the long fall, the long fall. To earth. . The long fall, the long fall, the long fall. To earth (to earth).
Arms nailed down. Are you telling me something?. Eyes turned out. Are you looking for someone?. . This is the one thing. The one thing that I know. . Blood-stained brow.
Catch the rain, empty hands. Save the children from their lands. Wash the darkness from their skin. Heroes from the West. We don't know you, we know best.
It looks a lot like givin' up. The peace we bring is a bitter cup. Set our bodies down like offerings. While we pray to the God of the lesser things. .