歌曲 | Wooden Heart |
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专辑 | Wooden Heart |
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We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living | |
And since that first breath we’ll need grace that we’ve never given | |
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts | |
And it's not only when these eyes are closed | |
These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, | |
But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather | |
And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, | |
Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better | |
But it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will | |
So I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, | |
To sail these blood red seas and find your coast | |
Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes | |
This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors | |
Pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors | |
But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board | |
Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores | |
So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember | |
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it | |
But we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts | |
We all have the same holes in our hearts | |
Everything falls apart at the exact same time | |
That it all comes together perfectly for the next step | |
But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck | |
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden | |
And my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right | |
But they’re heavy and I’m awkward, always running out of fight | |
So I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship | |
Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks | |
Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam | |
Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea | |
So come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember | |
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water | |
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea | |
If we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together | |
And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep | |
All these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric | |
Shocking each other back to life | |
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected | |
Our bones grown together in time | |
Our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided | |
Our spines grown stronger inside | |
Because are church is made out of shipwrecks | |
From every hull these rocks have claimed | |
But we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change | |
So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember |
We' re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living | |
And since that first breath we' ll need grace that we' ve never given | |
I' ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts | |
And it' s not only when these eyes are closed | |
These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, | |
But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather | |
And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, | |
Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better | |
But it won' t, at least I don' t believe it will | |
So I' ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, | |
To sail these blood red seas and find your coast | |
Don' t let these waves wash away your hopes | |
This warship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors | |
Pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors | |
But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board | |
Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores | |
So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember | |
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it | |
But we' re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts | |
We all have the same holes in our hearts | |
Everything falls apart at the exact same time | |
That it all comes together perfectly for the next step | |
But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck | |
I keep a key under my pillow, it' s quiet and it' s hidden | |
And my hopes are weapons that I' m still learning how to use right | |
But they' re heavy and I' m awkward, always running out of fight | |
So I' ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship | |
Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks | |
Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam | |
Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea | |
So come on let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember | |
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water | |
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea | |
If we hold on tight we' ll hold each other together | |
And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep | |
All these machines will rust I promise, but we' ll still be electric | |
Shocking each other back to life | |
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected | |
Our bones grown together in time | |
Our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided | |
Our spines grown stronger inside | |
Because are church is made out of shipwrecks | |
From every hull these rocks have claimed | |
But we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change | |
So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember |
We' re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living | |
And since that first breath we' ll need grace that we' ve never given | |
I' ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts | |
And it' s not only when these eyes are closed | |
These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, | |
But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather | |
And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, | |
Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better | |
But it won' t, at least I don' t believe it will | |
So I' ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, | |
To sail these blood red seas and find your coast | |
Don' t let these waves wash away your hopes | |
This warship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors | |
Pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors | |
But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board | |
Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores | |
So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember | |
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it | |
But we' re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts | |
We all have the same holes in our hearts | |
Everything falls apart at the exact same time | |
That it all comes together perfectly for the next step | |
But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck | |
I keep a key under my pillow, it' s quiet and it' s hidden | |
And my hopes are weapons that I' m still learning how to use right | |
But they' re heavy and I' m awkward, always running out of fight | |
So I' ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship | |
Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks | |
Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam | |
Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea | |
So come on let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember | |
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water | |
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea | |
If we hold on tight we' ll hold each other together | |
And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep | |
All these machines will rust I promise, but we' ll still be electric | |
Shocking each other back to life | |
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected | |
Our bones grown together in time | |
Our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided | |
Our spines grown stronger inside | |
Because are church is made out of shipwrecks | |
From every hull these rocks have claimed | |
But we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change | |
So come on and let' s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief | |
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach | |
Come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever | |
We only have what we remember |