North Lyrics
| Song | North |
| Artist | Sleeping at Last |
| Album | Atlas: Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:26.67] | We will call this place our home, |
| [00:32.29] | The dirt in which our roots may grow. |
| [00:38.18] | Though the storms will push and pull, |
| [00:44.99] | We will call this place our home. |
| [00:51.91] | We’ll tell our stories on these walls. |
| [00:57.79] | Every year, measure how tall. |
| [01:03.97] | And just like a work of art, |
| [01:10.44] | We’ll tell our stories on these walls. |
| [01:17.16] | Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
| [01:23.89] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [01:30.70] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [01:38.10] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [01:45.70] | A little broken, a little new. |
| [01:51.50] | We are the impact and the glue. |
| [01:57.41] | Capable of more than we know, |
| [02:03.81] | We call this fixer-upper home. |
| [02:10.28] | With each year, our color fades. |
| [02:15.78] | Slowly, our paint chips away. |
| [02:21.57] | But we will find the strength |
| [02:25.50] | And the nerve it takes |
| [02:29.19] | To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. |
| [02:41.57] | Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
| [02:48.39] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [02:55.24] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [03:02.53] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:09.32] | Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
| [03:15.41] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [03:22.14] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [03:29.99] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:36.80] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:45.30] | Smaller than dust on this map |
| [03:51.24] | Lies the greatest thing we have: |
| [03:57.48] | The dirt in which our roots may grow |
| [04:04.92] | And the right to call it home. |
| [00:26.67] | We will call this place our home, |
| [00:32.29] | The dirt in which our roots may grow. |
| [00:38.18] | Though the storms will push and pull, |
| [00:44.99] | We will call this place our home. |
| [00:51.91] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
| [00:57.79] | Every year, measure how tall. |
| [01:03.97] | And just like a work of art, |
| [01:10.44] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
| [01:17.16] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
| [01:23.89] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [01:30.70] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [01:38.10] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [01:45.70] | A little broken, a little new. |
| [01:51.50] | We are the impact and the glue. |
| [01:57.41] | Capable of more than we know, |
| [02:03.81] | We call this fixerupper home. |
| [02:10.28] | With each year, our color fades. |
| [02:15.78] | Slowly, our paint chips away. |
| [02:21.57] | But we will find the strength |
| [02:25.50] | And the nerve it takes |
| [02:29.19] | To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. |
| [02:41.57] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
| [02:48.39] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [02:55.24] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [03:02.53] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:09.32] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
| [03:15.41] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [03:22.14] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [03:29.99] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:36.80] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:45.30] | Smaller than dust on this map |
| [03:51.24] | Lies the greatest thing we have: |
| [03:57.48] | The dirt in which our roots may grow |
| [04:04.92] | And the right to call it home. |
| [00:26.67] | We will call this place our home, |
| [00:32.29] | The dirt in which our roots may grow. |
| [00:38.18] | Though the storms will push and pull, |
| [00:44.99] | We will call this place our home. |
| [00:51.91] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
| [00:57.79] | Every year, measure how tall. |
| [01:03.97] | And just like a work of art, |
| [01:10.44] | We' ll tell our stories on these walls. |
| [01:17.16] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
| [01:23.89] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [01:30.70] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [01:38.10] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [01:45.70] | A little broken, a little new. |
| [01:51.50] | We are the impact and the glue. |
| [01:57.41] | Capable of more than we know, |
| [02:03.81] | We call this fixerupper home. |
| [02:10.28] | With each year, our color fades. |
| [02:15.78] | Slowly, our paint chips away. |
| [02:21.57] | But we will find the strength |
| [02:25.50] | And the nerve it takes |
| [02:29.19] | To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. |
| [02:41.57] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
| [02:48.39] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [02:55.24] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [03:02.53] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:09.32] | Let the years we' re here be kind, be kind. |
| [03:15.41] | Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [03:22.14] | Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [03:29.99] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:36.80] | Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:45.30] | Smaller than dust on this map |
| [03:51.24] | Lies the greatest thing we have: |
| [03:57.48] | The dirt in which our roots may grow |
| [04:04.92] | And the right to call it home. |
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