Her heart was beating harder for every second
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The shell was holding up like never before
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A refusal to where all this has it's foundation
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The shell hold up, but big dents bulge
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Not now, maybe later and never before
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Like a flower that never blossomed
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About a longing that never given birth to a decision
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About a longing that never ended
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With the feet so far below the ground surface
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And yet carrier of a rootless heart
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Too hard to get up and still knowing
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That beauty comes out of pain
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And I wish I could pull you up from there
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But no one else than The Only One can
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And I wish I could pull you up from there
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My tongue can never dress in words that my flame is true
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And I shall never again be afraid of showing my weak self
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Never again with threat try to prove my love
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So let yourself get hit in the heart, let it bleed
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If I could I would take back the words that were dead
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If you could be fed through His life
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If your heart would bleed
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Whatever choice you make
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I remain
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Meet me at the feet of the Prince of Peace
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I have nothing except what are my roots
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Meet me on your knees before His feet
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Close
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