1, 2, 3
It's the sound of it that brings me there
A city locked into a song of prayer
That finds no melody
Every moment of the working day
The twitching muscles in each step I take
The prayer is all of me
That I be
That I be
Anywhere that you are
That you are
That I be
Anywhere that you are
That you are
Maybe I have yet to venture out
See the places that I hear about
Planes and trains and cars
Carve their lines into a curve like blades
All I get to are mistakes half made
Leave the door of joy
And it'syou
Be your best friend
That you are
A picture of you
I know I'll be
And you'll find me
The place I need to be
And affection
And goodness
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
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