Holy

They say it run my city They say it run my city They say it run my city Oooooooo Hey are you are you weary? That sun shines on the city It murks out as you're near it As they break down on the mirror Say I don't seem to trouble the time I just go back on a morning If then troubles aren't troubled as I am They look live as I'm thinking of dying Holy Holy Holy smokes Holy Holy Holy They say you got him bothering up in sky They say you got the falling with the oldest kind I don't see but wonders in your eyes They don't see you with your wings out Only see you with their horns I wouldn't mind Let's parade for the fallen And though it's troubling Well it doesn't really matter They don't feel that real Holy Holy As they say power is the forces that devour I'm hearing all these chuckles back from mountains "Did you hear that? 'forces that devour'?" Living is tough like it's bigger than power Watch the news then you watch for cowards And fight for what may inspire the empowerment I saw these two down a countryside Sincere, unhindered and kind during yuletide Unlike the city nothing was photographed As the sun was rising They held it with their own eyes "Always of the motives You're banging on a wall Why wait for 'the moment?' When it's all growing right in front of you" It's bigger than yourself Just jump the close edge That's what I say is Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy smokes Bring down the ropes And I want to know what inspires you Where you're heart's been escalating to I want to know how your day went 'Cause I love to hear you speak I'm being honest Though we don't see that often I know that you've been crying to sleep Do what you wanted to do These flashing lights Would say what if I's They just what if I I's There's always tommorrow If you want it right If you're loving right If I see you coming How my day would go I'm high, I'm higher Then you open the door And I see you coming How my day would go I'm high, I'm high You come in through that door I see you throw your stuff all over the ground I do the same to my problems I threw 'em around Then they're gone I feel grown Just by being around you, it's true It feels like there's tommorow It feels like there's tommorow Fish that wants tommorow Fish that wants tommorow Fish that wants tommorow Fish that wants tommorow Fish that wants tommorow Fish that wants tommorow Holy Holy Holy smokes Holy Holy Holy Holy (Murmurs)