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Showbread

Genres: Rock

The Beginning Lyrics - Showbread

I used to dream that I could fly 

Just above the whispered clouds 

Beneath the somber sky 

I had a dream I was alive 

I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye 

 

Dreams were cheap and hope was easy 

(So light) 

The forgeries of life deceiving 

(So bright) 

 

And as I glided to the ground 

(So long) 

Calcified, the concrete weighed me down 

(Cruel, cruel world) 

 

Your wings are holding up the sky 

Dear God, I had dreamt that I could fly 

 

Alkaline the burning frost 

Has blistered deep beneath my bones 

And winter spat its hatred 

Cold and coiled, black and deep 

 

As it called me ever further 

Where evil burns and never sleeps 

I once had prayers that found no words 

Fragile things I've never spoken 

 

Through my lips passed eulogies 

For all the oaths that I have broken 

And still the ghost of hope was haunting 

Through the dark to save the living 

And still beneath it all I dreamt 

That God could be forgiving 

 

Your wings are holding up the sky 

Dear God, I dreamt that I could fly 

 

When I survey the wondrous cross 

On which the prince of glory died 

My richest gain I count but loss 

And pour contempt on all my pride 

 

I am the worst of all things here 

My crooked, black and lying heart 

Still spits its bitter fear, fear 

And each and every sparrow 

They flutter to the ground before they die 

So please God don't forget me 

 

I have been with you all along, you have not noticed me 

Nervosa now felt more ashamed than ever before 

Why would you still care enough to save me 

Even after seeing the horrible things I have done? 

Why do you remain here even now? She asked, sobbing 

Because, here is where you are, the Lamb said softly 

And I long to be with you 

 

See from His head, His hands, His feet 

Sorrow and love flow mingled down 

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet 

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 

 

To Christ, who won for sinners' grace 

By bitter grief and anguish sore 

Be praise from all the ransomed race 

Forever and forevermore 

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