paroles de chanson Atlantic - GIVERS

Caught up, flesh be warned
I have just begun to pull this thorn
Of needing, and want
Here in these woods I will become undone
Come to – find the place
Where your heart can rest from this race
Of breathing in and out
There you can mend your ways
With no doubt
Wait 'til our bones are older,
Our stones to reach the sky
Yet still our walls are growing
Into the Atlantic Ocean
Outstretched on my own
I have only begun to see blood
Move through all my veins
Here in my heart I will remain the same
Wait 'til our bones are older,
Our stones to reach the sky
Until our hearts are open
Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean
With Grace I'll go
With Faith I'll know
It's in your heart
It's in your mind
And you were right
Right, right