Текст песни Lay It Down - Michael Sweet

We all are vessels of amity
But we want to wrestle
With our own destiny

Our own salvation
Is a narrow road
Paved with explanations
It's starting to erode

Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down

We are perfected as ancient trees
But we feel rejected
Like a new disease

What will it take for us to see
We're not a mistake
Or a losing plea (if we)

Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay, lay, lay, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, yeah
Lay it down, lay it down

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