Glass Bottles - Keane

My god is, the human spirit

My church is, the gentle earth

My hymns are, the songs of the people

My prayers are, our drunken words

The things that I never asked you

They keep me up at night

The things that I never told you

They never sounded right

But I’ll still be waiting

Rolled like a bottle on your shore

Shape eroding

Worn by the waves that we rode before

If ever, your faith is shaken

Turn my way, I’ll still be here

'Cause now, the seasons are changing

I feel it in my bones

And nothing looks the same in

The place that was our home

But I’ll still be waiting

Rolled like a bottle on your shore

Shape eroding

Worn by the waves that we rode before

And I’ll still be waiting

Rolled like a bottle on your shore

Shape eroding

Worn by the waves, baby, if your

Dreams are breaking

Crushed by the tide and the cold stones

I’ll be waiting

Don’t be afraid, 'cause you’re almost home

These brittle crumbling things will pass

Dreams, they spin like broken glass

Like bottles breaking on a stony shore

I’ll still be sitting here at your door

These brittle crumbling things will pass

Dreams, they spin like broken glass

Like bottles breaking on a stony shore

I’ll still be sitting here at your door