Sunday Best

Home of my heart is where you are and where I'm not
I must be here for those sweet little cheeks
Pushing up again me, give me strength
Give me somewhere to lean

I saw a silver ring, I saw you nod your head
I watched you walk away, you're never coming back
It's not a photograph, it's not imaginary, its...

You're too broken to hold, you'd fall apart if I touched you.
If I could fix you, I'd put you back together with glue
When the winds changed, my face stayed the same

Hope that I've lost, as the years have gone on
Now I sit and repent, my reproach is heaven sent

I've still got young blood but it won't last
Because my body will eventually fall apart
So use it well, use it well.



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Smith, Stephen Larke
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