North

Song North
Artist Sleeping at Last
Album Atlas: Land

Lyrics

[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.

Pinyin

[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.