- I've got my memories always inside of me but I can't go back, back to how it was. I believe you now; I've come too far and I cant go back- back to how it was. So everyday starts with a magic spark. I've got my hopes high with second start. We are miracles- every breath is magic. So you give yourself away with your miracle heart-just to be alive is a magic art. We are miracles; every breath is magic. Belief over misery, I've seen the enemy, and I won't go back- back to how it was. I got my heart set on what happens next. I've got my eyes wide, it's not over yet. We are miracles and we're not alone. That's when everyday starts with a magic spark. I've got my hopes high with second start. We are miracles- every breath is magic. That's when you give yourself away with your miracle heart- just to be alive is a magic art. We are miracles; every breath is magic.
- I aint lookin for a free ride home, back to the middle, I need a new locale, I need a girl that calls me baby, I need to know if she can save me. I need somewhere I can drive all night, out into the darkness, Follow the headlights down, I've got know if they can take me- I've gottta know if they can save me. Focus in every word, Change my path, Maybe I could leave a mark, Try and prove the poets wrong. There must be time, Maybe we could be the song to march us on. Beg the Book to turn the page cause I get stuck where the villains get away. Somewhere in this wretched tale, there must be a line where the victim get his way, just one time. Oh I'll get mine. Drive All Night-yeah Baby just Hold On Tight. Oh and you can Close your eyes. Yeah and we can say goodbye.
- Here we come to a turning of the season-witness to the arc towards the sun. A neighbor’s blessed burden within reason becomes a burden borne of all and one and nobody knows. Let the yoke fall from our shoulders. Don’t carry it all, don’t carry it all. We are all our hands and holders beneath this bold and brilliant sun; and this I swear to all. A monument to build beneath the arbors upon a plinth that towers t’wards the trees. Let every vessel pitching hard to starboard lay its head on summer’s freckled knees and nobody knows. Let the yoke fall from our shoulders. Don’t carry it all, don’t carry it all. We are all our hands and holders beneath this bold and brilliant sun; and this I swear to all. A there a wreath of trillium and ivy, laid upon the body of a boy. Lazy will the loam come from its hiding and return this quiet searcher to the soil. So raise a glass to turnings of the season and watch it as it arcs towards the sun, and you must bear your neighbor’s burden within reason, and your labors will be borne when all is done. Nobody knows; let the yoke fall from our shoulders. Don’t carry it all, don’t carry it all. We are all our hands and holders beneath this bold and brilliant sun-and this I swear to all.
- Perfect in love; Lord, You came to earth to rescue me. You took my place upon that cross. The stains that held me back were washed away: You made me whole. Your love has set the broken captives free. Your love released the chains once binding me. I'm found in grace-in love's embrace: My heart is overwhelmed. I stand redeemed; Your Spirit now alive within my heart. I walk with you all of my days. I shall live to glorify You God-hear my soul rejoice. Sings my soul of how your love has set me free. Sings my heart of how Your mercy rescued me. Hear my cry of endless love to my Savior and to my King. My heart is overwhelmed.
- What do I got to do to my love to make you understand me? Where do I find the piece of your heart to keep you satisfied? What do I got to do to my love to make you even notice? Where do I find the words in my mouth to cut through the air tonight? Cause every day I know that I am learning and age, it ain’t the only thing in life. But, if memory’s all you have then I can’t find you beneath those eyes. So we open up the door; let the music take us further than before. We’ve opened up the door cause maybe there’s an angel standing on the porch. How do I face the man that I am when my heart’s still in hiding? Staring me down, the days of my life that I’ve gotta justify; maybe I need the cracks in my skin, emotions are hard to carry; maybe I need the strength in your eyes to cut through the morning time. Oh, maybe there's an angel-maybe there’s an angel at my door. Standing up high, taking this light; Oh, I’m gonna see the shining. We gotta fall like we’re behind. We gotta fall before we find. We gotta live like we were poor. We gotta show what hope is for
jan 2 2012 ∞
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