Atlantic - GIVERS

Caught up, flesh be warned

I have just begun to pull this thorn

Of needing and want

Here in these woods, I will become undone

Come to, find the place

Where your heart can rest from this race

Of breathing in and out

There you can mend your ways

With no doubt

Wait 'til our bones are older

Our stones to reach the sky

Yet still our walls are growing

Into the Atlantic Ocean

Outstretched on my own

I have only begun to see blood

Move through all my veins

Here in my heart, I will remain the same

Wait 'til our bones are older

Our stones to reach the sky

Until our hearts are open

Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean

With Grace I’ll go

With Faith I’ll know

It’s in your heart

It’s in your mind

And you were right

Right, right