History - Holy Holy
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History Lyrics
All I want
Is to hold a little piece
Of history between my teeth
It's cold and hard like mother's grief
I'd risk it all
Just to feel my burning skin
The water's cool and closing in
The dark pulls black and let it in
And the crawling tongue of fear
Exactly at your ear
At night
And the only risk you take
Is that all of your mistakes survive
All the time
As I've tried to understand
I realized
What I believe has moved again
And what are we
If not bones and blood and tears
We're memories
In perfect fruits of who we've been
And the crawling tongue of fear
That's softly at your ear
At night
And the only risk you take
Is that all of your mistakes survive
All I want
Is to hold a little piece
Of history between my teeth
It's cold and hard like mother's grief
You know I'd risk it all
Just to feel my burning skin
The water's cool and closing in
The dark pulls black and let it in
And what are we
If not bones and blood and tears
We're memories
In perfect fruits of who we've been
And we could try
And we could crawl
And we could die
And we will crawl
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