The Last Holy Writer

From a pale blue rosary From the presents I would leave Underneath your pillow Underneath your pillow From there to here From there to here From a pale blue rosary to here "You don't need a reason to call" "You don't need a reason to call&q

The world is beautiful and it's waiting We're hungry for what's on the table Under clouds that keep on changing Hope returns and keeps returning That trace of sunshine in the winter That breeze when summer's at its highest Part of the ride, of the ad

Carry me away Sacred music Touch and unchain A wish to defy Gravity To slip away From the mundane Golden light From a window high A building for the longing Moved by the beauty But the need stays unattended No balm to leave you mended No balm to leav

A song on the radio Makes you shiver And want to curl into a ball Makes you want to be Seventeen And forget the future's shrinking Life was so open then Now it's closing in Life was wide open then Now it's closing in One by one We've watched our drea