Album: Keep No Score
by Sleeping At Last
We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
Natural killers perfectly planned,
All is entirely out of our hands.
It's out of our mouths, into the ground.
Wake up, wake up
I think the worst is through...
We are surrounded by color and life
We don't even know it.
We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
Natural killers perfectly planned,
All is entirely out of our hands.
Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
Forcing focus on light that we hold inside.
We are volcanoes, levels of light.
Bleeding an ocean of permanent life.
The blush of our anger could bury the sun,
The pulse of untamable progress has begun.
Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
That brings us to life.
Wake up, wake up.
I think the worst is through…
The light that we hold must be buried -
Buried to bloom.
rating 0.0 with 0 votes
0 favs
No radio stations found for this artist
Roar - Live From Passion 2020
by Passion
Released March 6, 2020
Released April 10, 2020
Grace Is On Our Side
by Vertical Worship
Released March 13, 2020
Revival's In The Air - Live
by Bethel Music
Released May 29, 2020
Released August 21, 2020
Released October 30, 2020
Released January 29, 2021
Released August 28, 2020