Do I love God
Or do I love you
Now that you're gone
Is he gone too
Four seasons a minute
A minute a year
Held hostage in visions
Another short lived year
Dry ink on the postcard
Owl flies someday
City lights are the most harsh
Don't get in my way
But castles they don't call forever
And leap years will come if you let them
But I will be still
And I will wait
I will wait
The songs that we've written are lost in the rhythm
I'm holding back the drums, searching for his love
The songs that we've written are lost in the rhythm
I'm holding back the drums, searching for his love
The songs that we've written are lost in the rhythm
I'm holding back the drums, searching for his love
I'm holding back
He's reaching out
I'm reaching out
But castles they're built for the weather
And leap years won't come I won't let them
And I will be still
And I will wait
I will wait
As a boat I am drifting
Drifting with the tide
Never too far away
As to the dock I'm tied
I'm not holding back
He is reaching out
I am reaching out
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