no one would love me if they knew all the things i hide
My words fall to the floor as tears drip to the telephone line
And the hands I've seen raised to the sky
not waving but drowning all this time
I'll try to build the ark that they need
To float to you upon the crystal sea
Give me your hand to hold
Cause I can't stand to love alone
And love alone is not enough to hold us up,
We've got to touch your rope
So swing your rope down low
Swing your rope down low
Prince of despair's been beaten, you know
but the losers still fight
death's on a long leash stealing
my friends to the night
And everyone cries for innocence
But you say to love the guilty too
And I'm surrounded by suffering and sickness
So I'm working tearing back the roof
And the pain of the world is a burden
And its my cross to bear
And I stumble under all the weight
I know your Simon standing there
And I know you're standing there
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"Needle and Thread" by Sleeping at Last
When the world welcomes us in,
We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know.
They say this place has changed,
But strip away all of the technology
And you will see
That we all are hunters,
Hunting for something that will make us okay.
Here we lay alone in hospital beds,
Tracing life in our heads;
But all that is left
Is that this was our entrance and now it’s our exit,
As we find our way home.
All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand
That we are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of it.
“You were a million years of work,”
Said God and His angels, with needle and thread.
They kissed your head and said,
“You’re a good kid and you make us proud.
So just give your best and the rest will come,
And we’ll see you soon.”
All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand
That maybe Hollywood was right:
When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
The answers that we have been dying to find
Are all pieced together and, somehow,
Made perfectly mine.
We are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of love.
That's one of my favorite songs off Long Line of Leavers. It's so beautiful and it's always resonated with me.
I'm praying for you! I started packing for Hillsdale today. All of a sudden the break seems to have gone really fast. Weird. But I'm happy.
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