christian cohle - holy trouble lyrics
[verse 1]
into the garden where we laid
exile drifting smoke, ocean of grey
crooked on the ground while the rain
keeps running down your fingers as you pray
[chorus]
i would spit in the face of holy
holy trouble
holy trouble
i would run out the way to hold you
holy trouble
holy trouble
[verse 2]
the needle you lost has found its way
rested in the meadow of your faith
bags under eyes, they find your gaze
silent sweet like shadows round your face
[chorus]
i would spit in the face of holy
holy trouble
holy trouble
i would run out the way to hold you
holy trouble
holy trouble
[bridge]
holy trouble
holy trouble
[chorus]
i would spit in the face of holy
holy trouble
holy trouble
i would run out the way to hold you
holy trouble
holy trouble
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