Waiting For Morning To Come Lyrics - Being As An Ocean

[Verse 1] 

I still lie awake at night 

Dreaming, doubting, reveling 

Please, give my hand the words to write, 'cause I just need this off my mind 

Please, give my tongue the language to speak 

Refuse to bend to this world of blight 

Communication 

Communication, bleed from my veins to the page 

Unlock the capillaries 

My inner securities 

Given a prevue to all of this pain, I'm only aching from their weight 

I'm only aching from their weight 

I'm only aching 

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[Chorus] 

And I'll sing about love, even when it's so hard to trust 

Still point towards compassion 

Though sometimes I'm scared 

And I'll sing about love 

And I'll sing about love, even when it's so hard to trust 

Still point towards compassion 

Though sometimes I'm scared 

[Verse 2] 

In truth, this is our escape as much as theirs 

Dancing, sweating, bleeding 

Passion, give my lungs the air to declare your name 

'Cause I've seen gardens wither in apathy and shame 

Seen the prevailing of frozen water over the splitting rock 

The sweeping of snow o'er the plains 

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[Chorus] 

(And l'll sing about love) 

And l'll sing about love, even when it's so hard to trust 

Still point towards compassion 

Though sometimes I'm scared of being touched 

And l'll sing about love, even when it's so hard to trust 

Still point towards compression 

Though sometimes I'm scared of being touched 

[Bridge] 

Give me strength to raise your banner 

Testify, "Not all is lost" 

Communion, from the crowd to the stage 

Baptism in the rhythms 

We all lose our way, we all long to be saved, we all bleed the same 

We're only aching from the weight 

We're only aching 

Give us strength 

Give us passion 

Baptism in the rhythms 

Give us strength 

Give us passion 

Baptism in the rhythms 

Give us strength 

Give us passion 

[Verse 3] 

So child, take up your courage, quiet your mind 

They are only the strains of living, the vibrating of the strings 

We have to learn to see the beauty in the struggle, play on when our fingers bleed 

I'll take existence, in all its substance 

Count it all a blessing 

This life will stretch and grow you 

We're only aching from beating out the time 

And no matter how we mistrust the light, we're all waiting for morning 

We're all waiting for morning