Keane – Glass Bottles lyrics

My god is, the human spirit My church is, the gentle earth My hymns are, the songs of the people My prayers are, our drunken words The things that I never asked you They keep me up at night The things that I never told you They never sounded right But I'll still be waiting Rolled like a bottle on your shore Shape eroding Worn by the waves that we rode before If ever, your faith is shaken Turn my way, I'll still be here 'Cause now, the seasons are changing I feel it in my bones And nothing looks the same in The place that was our home But I'll still be waiting Rolled like a bottle on your shore Shape eroding Worn by the waves that we rode before And I'll still be waiting Rolled like a bottle on your shore Shape eroding Worn by the waves, baby, if your Dreams are breaking Crushed by the tide and the cold stones I'll be waiting Don't be afraid, 'cause you're almost home These brittle crumbling things will pass Dreams, they spin like broken glass Like bottles breaking on a stony shore I'll still be sitting here at your door These brittle crumbling things will pass Dreams, they spin like broken glass Like bottles breaking on a stony shore I'll still be sitting here at your door Explain Request ×

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