You dwell in the songs that we are singing. Rising to the heavens, rising to Your heart, Your heart. Our praises filling up the spaces. In between our frailty and everything you are. You are the k
Chorus. No conversation. No explanation, what have I done?. Got me tripping. What got us in this *. You faded I'm wasted. You're typing and I waited. Confusing and I hate it. Got suffocated, devastate