Live, learn, and let it lie. Skip to the end to wonder why | |
And I lay down | |
Here you’ll find that we all are, blossoms that bloom to fall apart | |
And I lay down | |
So Abba father are you sleeping as we toil through your gardens keeping? | |
So I’ll lay down and begin to grow, right beneath your garden window | |
Keep your tired hands to ground, as blood feeds the dirt to which you’re bound | |
And I lay down | |
Here you’ll find that we’ve all been dead men | |
And I lay down |
Live, learn, and let it lie. Skip to the end to wonder why | |
And I lay down | |
Here you' ll find that we all are, blossoms that bloom to fall apart | |
And I lay down | |
So Abba father are you sleeping as we toil through your gardens keeping? | |
So I' ll lay down and begin to grow, right beneath your garden window | |
Keep your tired hands to ground, as blood feeds the dirt to which you' re bound | |
And I lay down | |
Here you' ll find that we' ve all been dead men | |
And I lay down |
Live, learn, and let it lie. Skip to the end to wonder why | |
And I lay down | |
Here you' ll find that we all are, blossoms that bloom to fall apart | |
And I lay down | |
So Abba father are you sleeping as we toil through your gardens keeping? | |
So I' ll lay down and begin to grow, right beneath your garden window | |
Keep your tired hands to ground, as blood feeds the dirt to which you' re bound | |
And I lay down | |
Here you' ll find that we' ve all been dead men | |
And I lay down |