| Caught up, flesh be warned | |
| I have just begun to pull this thorn | |
| of needing and want, | |
| Here in these woods I will become undone | |
| Come to – find the place | |
| Where your heart can rest from this race | |
| Of breathing in and out | |
| There you can mend your ways | |
| With no doubt | |
| Wait ’til our bones are older, | |
| Our stones to reach the sky | |
| Yet still our walls are growing | |
| Into the Atlantic Ocean | |
| Outstretched on my own | |
| I have only begun to see blood | |
| Move through all my veins | |
| Here in my heart I will remain the same | |
| Wait ’til our bones are older, | |
| Our stones to reach the sky | |
| Until our hearts are open | |
| Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean | |
| With Grace I’ll go | |
| With Faith I’ll know | |
| It’s in your heart | |
| It’s in your mind | |
| And you were right | |
| Right, right |
| Caught up, flesh be warned | |
| I have just begun to pull this thorn | |
| of needing and want, | |
| Here in these woods I will become undone | |
| Come to find the place | |
| Where your heart can rest from this race | |
| Of breathing in and out | |
| There you can mend your ways | |
| With no doubt | |
| Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
| Our stones to reach the sky | |
| Yet still our walls are growing | |
| Into the Atlantic Ocean | |
| Outstretched on my own | |
| I have only begun to see blood | |
| Move through all my veins | |
| Here in my heart I will remain the same | |
| Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
| Our stones to reach the sky | |
| Until our hearts are open | |
| Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean | |
| With Grace I' ll go | |
| With Faith I' ll know | |
| It' s in your heart | |
| It' s in your mind | |
| And you were right | |
| Right, right |
| Caught up, flesh be warned | |
| I have just begun to pull this thorn | |
| of needing and want, | |
| Here in these woods I will become undone | |
| Come to find the place | |
| Where your heart can rest from this race | |
| Of breathing in and out | |
| There you can mend your ways | |
| With no doubt | |
| Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
| Our stones to reach the sky | |
| Yet still our walls are growing | |
| Into the Atlantic Ocean | |
| Outstretched on my own | |
| I have only begun to see blood | |
| Move through all my veins | |
| Here in my heart I will remain the same | |
| Wait ' til our bones are older, | |
| Our stones to reach the sky | |
| Until our hearts are open | |
| Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean | |
| With Grace I' ll go | |
| With Faith I' ll know | |
| It' s in your heart | |
| It' s in your mind | |
| And you were right | |
| Right, right |