I was given my own set of knees
And I have given them hell and many ways to bleed.
Nothing is simple, little is true
We walk great lengths to grow fair and tall
Grasping everything that's beneath the sun
Oh how would the mighty be at all
If not for their knees to fall upon
Slowly the Stones will grind to sand
And the seas will understand and wash it all away
I get what you want, but not who you are.
But my faith was strong, is it fiction now?
With peace of mind I'll rest in my case,
Hoping that my hopes won't die in the ground
I was given my own set of knees
And I have given them hell and many ways to bleed.
And the sacred and scared they share the same air
Deep in our soul, we know we are both
And then we strain our shoulders
Searching for relief
Oh nothing is simple, little is true
A bible to comfort
Feels like home to me, feels like home to me
I'd like to see you alive so dance
Until the lies go out, ‘till the lies go out
Slowly the Stones will grind to sand
And the seas will understand and wash them all away
And the sacred and scared they share the same air
Deep in our soul, we know we are both
And then we strain our shoulders
Searching for relief
Nothing is simple, little is true
Writer(s): Alfred Luttikhuizen Van, Carsten Brunsveld, David Achter De Molen, Richard Luttikhuizen Van, Christoffer Teijlingen Van
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