listening to old voices |
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They
have come to haunt the children |
They
have come to walk the wind |
I
can hear them as they rustle through the trees |
Looking
for the love that killed them |
So
that they might live again |
It's
a simple prayer that brings me to my knees |
|
With
drums and bells and rattles |
They
have caught us in our time |
To
watch the eagle rise up from the fire |
Now
is it true we are possessed |
By
all the ones we leave behind |
Or
is it by their lives we are inspired |
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CHORUS: |
It's
a new light, new day |
Listening
for new meaning learning how to say |
It's
a new place but you've always been here |
You're
just listening to old voices with a new ear |
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It's
the livin' and the dyin' |
Well
it scares the young ones so |
They
can hardly catch their breath before too long |
They
see the tears we're crying |
And
they watch the river flow |
And
they follow on the banks until it's gone |
|
I
surrender to the mountains |
I
surrender to the sea |
I
surrender to the one who calls my name |
I
surrender to my lover and to my enemy |
I
surrender to the face that holds no shame |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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There's
a spider at my window |
And
she spins a web of truth |
More
beautiful than all those memories |
And
she surely is God's artist |
As
she's caught the morning dew |
It's
a simple prayer that brings me to my knees |
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REPEAT
CHORUS TWICE |