I was given my own set of knees And I have given them hell and many ways to bleed. Nothing is simple, little is true We walk great lengths to grow fair and tall Grasping everything that's beneath the sun Oh how would the mighty be at all If not for their knees to fall upon Slowly the Stones will grind to sand and the seas will understand and wash it all away I get what you want, but not who you are. But my faith was strong, is it fiction now? With peace of mind I'll rest in my case, Hoping that my hopes won't die in the ground I was given my own set of knees And I have given them hell and many ways to bleed. And the sacred and scared they share the same air deep in our soul, we know we are both And then we strain our shoulders searching for relief Oh nothing is simple, little is true A bible to comfort feels like home to me, feels like home to me I'd like to see you alive so dance until the lies go out, 'till the lies go out Slowly the Stones will grind to sand and the seas will understand and wash them all away And the sacred and scared they share the same air deep in our soul, we know we are both And then we strain our shoulders searching for relief Nothing is simple, little is trueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
