Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Beginning , by - Showbread. Song from the album Nervosa, in the genre Пост-хардкорRelease date: 31.12.2007
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Beginning , by - Showbread. Song from the album Nervosa, in the genre Пост-хардкорThe Beginning |
| I used to dream that I could fly |
| Just above the whispered clouds |
| Beneath the somber sky |
| I had a dream I was alive |
| I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye |
| Dreams were cheap and hope was easy |
| (So light) |
| The forgeries of life deceiving |
| (So bright) |
| And as I glided to the ground |
| (So long) |
| Calcified, the concrete weighed me down |
| (Cruel, cruel world) |
| Your wings are holding up the sky |
| Dear God, I had dreamt that I could fly |
| Alkaline the burning frost |
| Has blistered deep beneath my bones |
| And winter spat its hatred |
| Cold and coiled, black and deep |
| As it called me ever further |
| Where evil burns and never sleeps |
| I once had prayers that found no words |
| Fragile things I’ve never spoken |
| Through my lips passed eulogies |
| For all the oaths that I have broken |
| Still the ghost of hope was haunting |
| Through the dark to save the living |
| And still beneath it all I dreamt |
| That God could be forgiving |
| Your wings are holding up the sky |
| Dear God, I dreamt that I could fly |
| When I survey the wondrous cross |
| On which the prince of glory died |
| My richest gain I count but loss |
| And pour contempt on all my pride |
| I am the worst of all things here |
| My crooked, black and lying heart |
| Still spits its bitter fear, fear |
| And each and every sparrow |
| They flutter to the ground before they die |
| So please God don’t forget me |
| «I have been with you all along, you have not noticed me» |
| Nervosa now felt more ashamed than ever before |
| «Why would you still care enough to save me |
| Even after seeing the horrible things I have done? |
| Why do you remain here even now?» |
| She asked, sobbing |
| «Because, here is where you are,» the Lamb said softly |
| «And I long to be with you» |
| See from His head, His hands, His feet |
| Sorrow and love flow mingled down |
| Did e’er such love and sorrow meet |
| Or thorns compose so rich a crown? |
| To Christ, who won for sinners' grace |
| By bitter grief and anguish sore |
| Be praise from all the ransomed race |
| Forever and forevermore |
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