Your arm slips into mine as we walk along the
Speeding south at seventy-fiveHalf an hour left to go.The van
I've been running, trying to be one who seesI've been
Jesus, I love You, my Saviour Jesus, Your love it
When you have the timeYou're just distraught and divineSomewhere over
I see the king of gloryComing down the clouds with
You may ask why I talk this way (It's been
As kids we search this world for a logic of
We marvel at the fallacy of conformityWe marvel at our
Oh RosieOh won't you be with meOh RosieOh can't you
Pulled by the weight of the worldThe moon fell away
On the top bunk on top of her.Mending fences is
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