Tekst :
I’m a taste test, at the beast fest,
Got your crest on my breast
Take one look at your cook
Feed yourself, I m on a hook
(At this feast of ours)
The feast taste, you could say
Paints my taste on his face
(I’m in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours)
Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh
Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh
I’m a harm healer
Such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I’m on a hook, I m on a hook
Smell that cook
No more ditch dealer
I’m your dream digger
At this feast of ours,
I’m the beast of honor, Honor
Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh
I’m in disguise,
At this feast of oursTekst :
I lose some sales
And my boss won t be happy
But i can t stop listening to the sound
Of two soft voices blended in perfection
From the reels of this record that i found
Every day there s a boy in the mirror
Asking me
What are you doing here
Finding more that previous motifs
Growing increasingly unclear
I travelled far and i burned all the bridges
I belived as sooned as i hit land
All the other
Options held before me
Wither in the light of my plan
So i lose some sales
And my boss won t be happy
But there s only one thing on my mind
Searching boxes underneath the counter
On a chance that on a tape i d find
A song for
Someone who needs somewhere
To long for
Homesick
Cause i no longer know
Where home is
Tekst :
I m on a flight home this morning
And I can t help but stare at You
My face pressed against this little window
The sky explodes in praise to You, to You
I know my words can t wrap their arms around You tight enough
But still I ll try in this simple song
To You, my Jesus
Because the more I fight it, the more I love You
As my eyes widen, I have to tell You
There s nothing like waking up
Waking up to You
There s nothing like waking up
Waking up to You
Oh, waking up to You
I am small, but I have seen
The same sun rise over India and Ohio fields
To strengthen the heart of this coward
So in every language, from every hurt
We echo affection back to You, Lord
There s nothing like waking up
Waking up to You
There s nothing like waking up
Waking up to You
I was dead so You became my life
I couldn t see so You became my eyes
I was dead so You became my life
I couldn t see so You became my eyes
There s nothing like waking up
Waking up to You
There s nothing like waking up
Waking up to You