god, i admit i haven't changed
playing card houses still covering my landscape
i never expected you to stay
when i'm grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change
i feel your grace come running over every road
i love the way you're calling overflow
i feel your grace come running over every road
you break the floodgates down and carry all
god, i admit that i've loved these chains
and crawling around this cage sometimes has its advantages
i know someday this could get old
and i'll need your healing water to find my home |