Mercyland: Hymns For The Rest Of Us, Vol. 2 Released January 15, 2016
Lyrics Day has left nothing Of its quiet dissipation Just a bit of starry language Lifting heavy eyes
The plague of the big Cold-hearted speculation While haunted dreams Of peaceful things Will even rise
Move your hand across the void of my heart Move your hand across the void of my soul Move your hand across this land of dry bones Make an ocean, make an ocean, make an ocean
The answers lay silent Against all expectation Just a bit of starry language Lingering lies
The ghost and the post Sifting through desolation While haunted dreams Of peaceful things Will even rise
Move your hand across the void of my heart Move your hand across the void of my soul Move your hand, I'm just a bag of dry bones Make an ocean, make an ocean, make an ocean
A bright flame of hope Trembling like a sword In the hand of a man Who does not grow old
Move your hand across the void of my heart Move your hand across the void of my soul Move your hand across the darkness of my mind Move your hand, oh, and let there be light Move your hand across the void in my soul Make an ocean, make an ocean, make an ocean