We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Every year, measure how tall.
And just like a work of art,
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
A little broken, a little new.
We are the impact and the glue.
Capable of more than we know,
We call this fixer-upper home.
With each year, our color fades.
Slowly, our paint chips away.
But we will find the strength
And the nerve it takes
To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Smaller than dust on this map
Lies the greatest thing we have:
The dirt in which our roots may grow
And the right to call it home.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:26.67]We will call this place our home,
[00:32.29]The dirt in which our roots may grow.
[00:38.18]Though the storms will push and pull,
[00:44.99]We will call this place our home.
[00:51.91]We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[00:57.79]Every year, measure how tall.
[01:03.97]And just like a work of art,
[01:10.44]We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[01:17.16]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[01:30.70]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[01:38.10]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[01:45.70]A little broken, a little new.
[01:51.50]We are the impact and the glue.
[01:57.41]Capable of more than we know,
[02:03.81]We call this fixer-upper home.
[02:10.28]With each year, our color fades.
[02:15.78]Slowly, our paint chips away.
[02:21.57]But we will find the strength
[02:25.50]And the nerve it takes
[02:29.19]To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
[02:41.57]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[02:55.24]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:02.53]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:09.32]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[03:22.14]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:29.99]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:36.80]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:45.30]Smaller than dust on this map
[03:51.24]Lies the greatest thing we have:
[03:57.48]The dirt in which our roots may grow
[04:04.92]And the right to call it home.
We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Every year, measure how tall.
And just like a work of art,
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
A little broken, a little new.
We are the impact and the glue.
Capable of more than we know,
We call this fixer-upper home.
With each year, our color fades.
Slowly, our paint chips away.
But we will find the strength
And the nerve it takes
To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Smaller than dust on this map
Lies the greatest thing we have:
The dirt in which our roots may grow
And the right to call it home.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:26.67]We will call this place our home,
[00:32.29]The dirt in which our roots may grow.
[00:38.18]Though the storms will push and pull,
[00:44.99]We will call this place our home.
[00:51.91]We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[00:57.79]Every year, measure how tall.
[01:03.97]And just like a work of art,
[01:10.44]We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[01:17.16]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[01:30.70]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[01:38.10]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[01:45.70]A little broken, a little new.
[01:51.50]We are the impact and the glue.
[01:57.41]Capable of more than we know,
[02:03.81]We call this fixer-upper home.
[02:10.28]With each year, our color fades.
[02:15.78]Slowly, our paint chips away.
[02:21.57]But we will find the strength
[02:25.50]And the nerve it takes
[02:29.19]To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
[02:41.57]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[02:55.24]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:02.53]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:09.32]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[03:22.14]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:29.99]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:36.80]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:45.30]Smaller than dust on this map
[03:51.24]Lies the greatest thing we have:
[03:57.48]The dirt in which our roots may grow
[04:04.92]And the right to call it home.
Pitch black, pale blue
There was a stained glass, variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed
You let me
Set sail, with cheap wood
So I patched up ...
turn around
Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round.
turn around
Every now and then I get a little bit tired of lis...
Rows of houses,
Sound asleep.
Only street lights
Notice me.
If nothing else,
In a holding pattern
To find myself.
I talk in circles,
I talk in circles...
Rows of houses,
Sound asleep.
Only street lights
Notice me.
If nothing else,
In a holding pattern
To find myself.
I talk in circles,
I talk in circles...
I hear your heart
As it beats beneath
The sound of crashing cars
The sirens pour into every street surrounding us
Our world caves in on us
And makes u...
out there,
blink and you'll miss it,
is the promised land
(or at least somewhere different).
pressed up to the glass to see it-
but i get distracted b...
Loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I'm leaving my life in your hands
Risking it all in a glance
How you got me blind is still a mystery
I can...
smash the hourglass into oblivion-
time stands still.
the shattering of glass,
and the avalanche of sand
time, i want to feel your tender heart
break ...
I believe I've seen a ghost
And I don't know who it is
It just follows me around
Pretending to exist
I've never related more
To anything or anyone be...