Texty

With our minds gone We can both ignore the feeling of our bodies open With our eyes in the salt We can only find the meaning of a God laid open Peel it off Let me go Hold our heart out Let this feeling show With our hands down We can only feel the rain upon our bodies solo With our guides in tow Only meaning of your voice is now a silent calling Peel it off Let me go Hold our heart out Let this feeling show The fear Let go of, let go of My hand For so long, for so long The fear Let go of, let go of My hand For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long For so long, for so long
Writer(s): Ry Cuming, Eric Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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