Look at you filled with your grief
Two in the morning
Trying to sleep
Memories come
Memories go
A boy in the mirror hopes never to grow
And if a song would come to me
I know not what words I would sing
But the words would come from my lips
Oh the words would come from my lips
Oh my lips, my lips, my lips
The words would come from my lips
Oh the words would come from my lips
If I could, I would heal you
Or maybe, just, I'd bring joy near you
There is no one who can fix all your sorrows
There's a story of loss behind every tomorrow
And if I could heal every scar
Mend every hole
Clear every bar
A prayer would come from my lips
Oh a prayer would come from my lips
Oh my lips, my lips, my lips
A prayer would come from my lips
Oh a prayer would come from my lips
Wondering if I wasted my time
Searching and striving not keeping in mind
That all that I have
Can never last
All that I have
Will become the past
And if what I have
I'm allowed to keep
And there is no change
And Time were asleep
Frozen would be my lips
Oh, frozen would be my lips
credits
from Dreams of Loss and Light,
released May 22, 2018
Jacob Sapon- Vocals, harmony vocals, guitar
Tony Evans- Bass
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