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We Belong Together
05:59
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You have saved this heart;
from cold, from gray, from all that clouds this night.
My love, your song is the sound of better days.
So, lift it up.
I'm not afraid to live, now.
Unafraid to give my heart this time.
You have me looking up.
My love, you shine like the stars in the night.
You're shimmering.
We belong together.
There's not a chance we won't see this through.
With hearts intertwined, nothing can divide.
We were hand made;
from hope, from grace, from every sound life makes.
My love, we shine like the sun in the sky.
So full and bright.
We belong together. There's not a chance we won't see this through. With hands held tight, nothing can divide.
Only love can set us free, when it's this life that holds us down.
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2. |
One Life To Share
04:15
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A pretty handsome boy
who carried himself quite well.
With no clue what his life was about;
always looking the wrong way.
An unbelievable girl
with all the brilliance of the heavens.
She opened the book of his life
and settled on this page.
These words were written in the stars.
These words were etched upon his heart.
"We've got but one life to share."
Everyone has someone who may be there forever.
A pretty lonesome
boy who never heard the song so lovely,
from the one who could make his life so complete;
always looking the wrong way.
In a heart, you get so lost inside.
Paths you used to know begin to close;
yet your hands are warm and following.
Loneliness is burned by a brighter light.
One you've never felt before,
but it's always been right there.
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3. |
25
04:44
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I never thought it'd be like this.
With every step comes new beginnings.
And every defense that I placed around my heart
has come crashing down with your stare.
In verses I've meant to pen,
in songs I've meant to sing,
you were the melody,
building for years, in my ears.
Broken and torn, now restored.
Finally loved and adored.
When I first touched your lips,
I breathed you in
and every breath since has been different.
In songs I've meant to sing,
in verses I've meant to pen,
you were there on the page
long before the ink ever set.
I lay my life in your hands.
Do with it as you will.
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4. |
Overcomers
04:19
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Baby, would you trade any of this
for the chance to hold close,
what the world claims is, all you need?
We've been open.
We've been open,
to the heart of love
screaming out our names.
We've been open.
We've been open.
And it has slowly shown
our beautiful escape.
Tired, blood red eyes
gaze upon this desperate road.
But what we know,
the hope of all the years has grown
and built a fortress now.
Oh, how high we stand,
bright and bare,
hand in hand,
over all sorrow.
Disapproval fails.
It has no place.
This embrace,
ever stronger.
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5. |
The Promise
05:15
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Wait for me, please, I beg you.
I'm on my knees, on my face.
'Cause life is not easy living in failure,
but I believed that there was a way.
It's taken the river's run
and every ray of the sun,
to carry me where I belong.
To bring me to my home.
Sent to shed light and wisdom.
Offered to love, but given to pain.
Forged in weakness, riddled with sorrow.
And after all of this, you were my gift.
It's taken the river's run
and every ray of the sun,
to carry me where I belong.
To bring me to my home.
After all of this, you were the promise
that I had waited on.
After all of this, you were the promise
that I did not deserve.
After all of this, you were the promise
that I will rest within.
After all of this, you were the promise.
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6. |
Wake The Dead
03:33
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Broken down from all that you've carried.
You haven't clothed yourself or said a thing.
You're naked, still.
Waking up to bruises again.
It's not enough to only be here.
To taste and touch, I want to feel it.
To scream it from the highest place that I know,
loud enough to wake the dead.
You hide yourself from the darkness.
You haven't saved yourself from anything.
It's not your fault.
Waking up to bruises again
and fears that won't let go.
It's not enough to only be here.
To taste and touch, I want to feel it.
To scream it from the highest place that I know,
loud enough to wake the dead.
I know you have it in you,
it's breathing in, it's breathing out.
Your body aches to understand and hear its cry.
It's loud enough.
Loud enough.
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7. |
June 22
05:12
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We've been young in all we've done.
The seven seas are ours.
The cities ache for us.
We've blessed their lives enough with love.
To walk away so cold is grief unending.
The stitches warm the wound under my brow.
A needless disdain held over me.
But you've been my strength.
I will meet you across the surge,
in places far from home,
without a soul to curse our love.
To walk away so cold is grief unending.
The stitches warm the wound under my brow.
But you've been my strength all of my days.
A delicate refrain.
Draw near to me.
Let the world fall softly away.
If only for a moment,
let them all behold our love.
We've left this place
with more than we found here.
And I myself am bettered
by your tears of love.
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A cold night.
On the horizon, our city lights.
Beautiful girl, welcome to faith.
Our own light,
we seem to create with these looks in our eyes.
So, let it all go.
Give into this.
Do you feel alive, in silver breath?
Warming our nights, these candle hearts.
Wanting to taste, wanting to trust.
Knowing that every last breath brings hope to our lives.
I open these envelopes and papers only to stare,
at beautiful words, from your left hand.
The old life starts to decay, when buried alive.
A broken world, given away.
In the end,
so many walls will come crumbling down,
and open up a space big enough for us.
And what remains,
foundations, an everlasting shroud.
The graceful dance of hearts as one.
Do you feel alive?
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9. |
Learning To Walk Alone
04:14
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Three long years spent wishing
that this life was fiction
written on pages, torn from a book
and scattered to every end of creation.
Absent of fire,
hoping to find myself in another.
Pride puts up a fight,
but I'm finally learning to walk alone.
I want you to know this feeling.
I have never deserved this blessing;
the responsibility of you.
And being the one to carry all of your hopes,
every desire you hold dear.
I'm here to show you the way to walk in love.
For every step you take on this road alone,
there is a song that leads you home.
And in the quietest of times,
in the silence of your heart, you will rise.
You will rise.
In the quietest of times,
in the silence of a breath, we will rise.
We will rise.
I want you to know this feeling.
I want you to know this feeling.
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10. |
The Greatest Race
04:39
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With no concern about the voices,
without a care about the crowds,
anticipation draws me through the room
to my baby's smile.
I hold a pen like a prophet,
trying hard to figure out,
how this vision came to life
and swept away all fear and every doubt.
We're caught up.
We can't afford to fight this now,
unless we care to own a life of sleepless nights.
It's silent. We can't afford to write this down.
'Cause there is a secret.
I had searched for a solution
and found it in your blinding light.
The way you wrap me in a blanket of desire,
all day and every night.
It's tragic.
No two will love like this again.
Sometimes it makes me feel a little selfish.
It's silent.
We can't afford to write this down.
There is a secret
that's buried deep within us,
like a beating heart.
There is a promise
that holds us close
and will lead us home.
I've won the greatest race.
There is nothing left behind.
I've won the highest prize,
your hand in mine.
All mine.
It's silent. We can't afford to write this down.
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11. |
There Awaits A Throne
07:17
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Lost and out of time,
in pictures of an empty heart.
Confident in this;
always here, ever alone.
We fall.
We're born to be beautiful.
The lights that fall around you say,
"love, hold on to us."
I've seen that you're alive
in paintings of an endless night.
Find my hand and then sing me to sleep,
let me know you are here, as we fall.
We are born to be beautiful.
The lights that fall around you say,
"love, hold on to us."
My heart is where you are.
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12. |
Sacred Heart
04:14
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What is there to be scared of?
Is it what lies beneath your bed?
Or conversations dancing around your head?
I hear voices of your loved ones.
I hear noises of a home
that comforts you
and keeps you safe and warm.
The day is long and tiring.
The night, a dearest friend.
Trust in me for protection
and rest your weary head.
With the darkness that surrounds you,
it can be a fearsome sight.
But, in your dreams
you overcome all that you fight.
The day is long and trying.
The night, a dearest friend.
Slumber now, until the morrow
and you will rise again.
Yes, it's time to close your eyes
and lay your head down.
Precious child, you can.
We'll get through this.
The terrible world
sways at your movement.
And you can walk through it,
alone and unafraid.
My lion, my prince,
there's no comparison.
So don't you shed a tear, my son.
There's a sacred heart that
beats for you alone.
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13. |
The Promise (Acoustic)
05:14
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What is there to be scared of?
Is it what lies beneath your bed?
Or conversations dancing around your head?
I hear voices of your loved ones.
I hear noises of a home
that comforts you
and keeps you safe and warm.
The day is long and tiring.
The night, a dearest friend.
Trust in me for protection
and rest your weary head.
With the darkness that surrounds you,
it can be a fearsome sight.
But, in your dreams
you overcome all that you fight.
The day is long and trying.
The night, a dearest friend.
Slumber now, until the morrow
and you will rise again.
Yes, it's time to close your eyes
and lay your head down.
Precious child, you can.
We'll get through this.
The terrible world
sways at your movement.
And you can walk through it,
alone and unafraid.
My lion, my prince,
there's no comparison.
So don't you shed a tear, my son.
There's a sacred heart that
beats for you alone.
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