Lyrics Holy - Chris Pureka

Holy

40 years in the palm of the ocean
You didn’t win, you didn’t win, I’ve got anchors
Said the child in my heart, repeating
On the day that I died…
To the west, to the west, I need anchors
To the west, to the west, I need strong hands
To pull me up over the mountains, before I love you again…
'Cause the sound was the boat slowly breaking
And the weight was a mountain of old pain
Like I could have walked on the sea
If you’d just noticed me, hanging around…
But we danced, hey, hey, hey
Yeah we danced, hey, hey, hey
To be whole, to be whole, to be holy, holy, holy…
There were bright days, we were dreaming
There were black days in the red room of your anger
The roses retreating, and blooming again…
But the song was my heart slowly breaking
And the weight was a mountain of old pain
Like I could’ve walked on the sea
If you’d just noticed me, waiting in the rain…
But we danced, hey, hey, hey
Yeah we danced, hey, hey, hey
To be whole, to be whole, to be holy, holy, holy…
Well it’s you or it’s me so it’s over
Well it’s you or it’s me, I’ve got bills to pay
Said my heart to your memory in anger
When I boarded the plane…
To the west, to the west I need anchors
To the west, gonna find me a gold mine
So sing us a song of redemption
I’m doing alright, doing alright, doing alright
Yeah I’m doing alright, doing alright doing alright
Hey, hey, hey…