Topsongs van Casting Crowns
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Scoggin
Drums
Chris Huffman
Bass
David Davidson
First Violin
Jim Gray
Conductor
Josh Mix
Electric Guitar
Juan DeVevo
Guitar
Mark Hall
Vocals
Megan Garrett
Keyboards
Melodee DeVevo
Violin
Nashville Recording Orchestra
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Hall
Songwriter
Jim Gray
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Lord
Recording Engineer
Bobby Huff
Editing Engineer
David Schober
Recording Engineer
Joe Palmaccio
Mastering Engineer
Mark Miller
Producer
Sam Hewitt
Recording Engineer
Shayne Hill
Editing Engineer
Steve Lowrey
Mixing Engineer
Songteksten
A corner office was his dream
More like a prison now it seems
Somewhere on the corporate climb
He left his warrior behind
Now he's just a worker at a daily grind
Steals his years and numbs his mind
His strength is fading, his dreams are blind
This is not the life he had in mind
She lies awake cause he's up all night
Staring at a screen that tells him lies
That the grass is greener on the other side
So she's at the gym fighting off the years
To be young again and calm her fears
That shell never be enough for him
Just as a young man catches her eye
Now they're trapped in their own worlds, in their own wars
With their cell phones and the closed doors
Its funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems
But they're all alone together
In the house of their dreams
Little sister, shes a sixteen-year-old princess
Lost somewhere between the swing set
And her brand new crushs chariot awaits
And big brothers rooms glowing with trophies that shout his name
But he'd trade all his high school fame
For some backyard catch with his hero again
Now they're trapped in their own worlds, in their own wars
With their cell phones and the closed doors
Its funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems
But they're all alone together
In the house of their dreams
So now they're all dressed up in Sunday best
Sit up straight just like the rest
And they sing the songs of peace and rest that Jesus freely gives
And then their kids look up as daddy stands
And he takes his bride with trembling hands
Brother kneels at his fathers side as princess looks in the mothers eyes
Their tears tear down the walls as daddy prays
Were trapped in our own worlds and our own wars
With our cell phones and our closed doors
God, only You can save our family
And on this Rock, well build
On this Rock, well build
The house of our dreams
Writer(s): John Mark Hall
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