| Song | You've Been Faithful to Us Clouds |
| Artist | Half-Handed Cloud |
| Album | Halos + Lassos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ringhofer | |
| You get all the credit | |
| And You get all the praise | |
| Got us out of messes | |
| And pulled us out of graves | |
| We know You're among us | |
| In hearts that form a nation | |
| You don't separate yourself | |
| Or hide-behind some distant constellation | |
| Always coming back to You | |
| Source of every being | |
| Living omnipresent | |
| So there's no sense in fleeing | |
| Or need to plead Your spirit | |
| When bent to tie a sandal | |
| You're a tenant in the earth | |
| We've more access to You than we can handle | |
| Vertical in posture | |
| But kneeling in our hearts | |
| Found You down here with us | |
| Destroying the ramparts | |
| You wash feet with kisses | |
| We worry to demean | |
| You look up and say to us | |
| "This is the only way you can get clean" |
| zuo qu : Ringhofer | |
| You get all the credit | |
| And You get all the praise | |
| Got us out of messes | |
| And pulled us out of graves | |
| We know You' re among us | |
| In hearts that form a nation | |
| You don' t separate yourself | |
| Or hidebehind some distant constellation | |
| Always coming back to You | |
| Source of every being | |
| Living omnipresent | |
| So there' s no sense in fleeing | |
| Or need to plead Your spirit | |
| When bent to tie a sandal | |
| You' re a tenant in the earth | |
| We' ve more access to You than we can handle | |
| Vertical in posture | |
| But kneeling in our hearts | |
| Found You down here with us | |
| Destroying the ramparts | |
| You wash feet with kisses | |
| We worry to demean | |
| You look up and say to us | |
| " This is the only way you can get clean" |
| zuò qǔ : Ringhofer | |
| You get all the credit | |
| And You get all the praise | |
| Got us out of messes | |
| And pulled us out of graves | |
| We know You' re among us | |
| In hearts that form a nation | |
| You don' t separate yourself | |
| Or hidebehind some distant constellation | |
| Always coming back to You | |
| Source of every being | |
| Living omnipresent | |
| So there' s no sense in fleeing | |
| Or need to plead Your spirit | |
| When bent to tie a sandal | |
| You' re a tenant in the earth | |
| We' ve more access to You than we can handle | |
| Vertical in posture | |
| But kneeling in our hearts | |
| Found You down here with us | |
| Destroying the ramparts | |
| You wash feet with kisses | |
| We worry to demean | |
| You look up and say to us | |
| " This is the only way you can get clean" |