Lyrics
A morning in July begins to pry
Seeping through the spaces in my blinds
Hits my matted head, and tip-toes to my shuttered eyes
A shuddered sigh, half-cocked eyes
Thoughts waste no time waking up my mind
Within this pillow indent, my cheek is wet
My eyes begin to cry, they begin to cry
So what are we waiting for, someone to settle this score
Stalling, stumble my, stumble your walk into the light
Conviction rising in the blood
Strong enough to see that we bleed through
The pages of his love
We’re standing on top of…..a choice
Lifting up my head, remember things said
Last nights conversation shed
Some important light, but mostly tears and mostly strife
Cause losing you was hard to do
But flesh keeps tripping up our common view
This isn’t God’s will, but yet we still
Sin against his truth, sin against his truth
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